The Melancholy Call

Melancholy days

Waiting for Christmas to come and go

Mood swinging in time

To the call of the ever hopeful koel

As he calls

Endlessly calls

For his mate

I contemplate

The fate

Of me

Why have I never felt the call?

Has the tune been played but I have not heard

Deaf to the mating call

Or has no one sang to me

Ever

A mutant human missing the gene of reproduction

No urge to leave a me to time

Or am I deluding myself

A coward hidden beneath the wings of insanity

Safe, secure and mad

With no expectation to fit in

Anywhere

Am I a psychopath?

A serial killer

Perhaps I should take the test

To see

But no

I don’t think so

I do not feel the need to delve beneath the skin

To gain power from the blood welling beneath

To let it flow until the end

Though I can pretend

Use words

To call out to the world

At Christmastime

As plaintive as the koel

Waiting

 

Copyright Dec 2012

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