A Sonata Of Chirps

  A Sonata Of Chirps

Tiny birds are chirping outside,

melodious tunes of the forgotten side.

But now they have flown away, 

To somewhere that lies beyond the grey.

I hope they would come back, like they do every season, and

May they stay without giving a reason.

They sing a sonata. 

Feels like the world has gotten light'r;

That all worries are gone and

Happiness is reborn

But what of a lover, 

Whose love has got nobody above her?

A lover who got too drunk in sadness,

and mistook a parakeet for a raven.

Would he be affected,

By the cure inflicted,

by the melody of the chirpings, unexpected?