Serenade Poem by Namrata Nath

As the sun rose
In the forenoon
The lark sprang
And jumped and danced a quadrille in air
And took his seat
On a pleasant little weed
And sang
'O love!
Where have you been
All this while?
Where do you hide,
O tell me plase,
To escape the dark of the night?
I sang this serenade
For you all night
But you didn't
Once peep out of you balcony
To hear me sing.
I thought of none but you
Whole night
And waited for you to arrive
But you don't care a bit for me
Just like all the fine ladies do;
They just frown away
To all their sweet suitors
To increase their worth
And value and price
And they say 'yes'
Only after years of wwoing
I know you will acquisce
to my proposal
When I have wooed you for long enough
And till then
This little lark will wait for you
Dear love! '

And they say
That merry little lark
Died singing one of his morning prayers
Which he said were serenades for
His eternal love, the Sun.