Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Deekshita Athreya

A shadow of darkness fills my gaze,
As the nightly air patrols round,
The once lovely countryside all in a haze
So deathly a silence, my heartbeats resound.

The moon appears to heal my wounded soul,
Emerging as a ray of hope through a gaping hole,
Sending a subtle hint straight into my heart,
If darkness comes, light is not far apart.

The Cuckoo’s calling

A fruitless day spent idling on the couch,
was made endearing my a Cuckoo’s call on the porch.
A single note that rang out pure and clear,
Enchantingly beckoning its near and dear.

Come on comrades! Let us rejoice,
Sans pollution, nature has regained her poise,
For, the heartless humans are still behind bars,
Just this once, we can truly see the stars.

A single voice with so much hope,
Of expressing it no music has scope,
All the guilt the humans are stalling,
Has been brought forth by the Cuckoo’s calling.


Deekshita Athreya is a 10th grade student and a resident of India. She has a passion for nature and the English language. This is her first attempt at publishing her work.


Leave a Reply

Related Posts