Wings OR Roots

No explanations given for what inspired these lines ... take this one as a self-assessment :)

Should I be a colourful butterfly,
Or should I bear a bright flower?
Offer the sweet nectar to gratify,
Or cheerfully hover, near and over...

Should be an industrious honey bee,
Or provide a frame for his hive?
Work hard to see my queen in glee,
Or squeeze amber to help her thrive...

Should I be the free-flying sparrow,
Or house her homely cozy nest?
Am I good picking grains and a willow,
Or is my yeilding a branch the best...

Should I choose to find a hollow trunk,
Or be the trunk as a clueless care-taker?
Be jabbed at for a big wooden chunk,
Or harp on wood, tediously as a pecker...

Should I be like nomadic wanderers,
Or stay steady in my given space?
Explore new lands and new waters,
Or layer as rings, with years to trace...

Choices that often leave me betrayed-
Are a platter of meat or a basket of fruits
Thinking like a child, I'm always afraid -
Should I have wings or grow roots?

Ben Jonson (1572 – 1637) - To Celia

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I’ll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask for a drink divine;

But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee

As giving it a hope that there

It could not wither’d be;

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

And sent’st it back to me;

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but Thee.

Doomed love

Doomed love
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He felt it from the beginning, he had known it from the start,
This wouldn't go anywhere, but would only break his heart,
No matter how much he tried,how much his love was true,
This love was in a dead-end street,from the beginning he knew.

But hope springs eternal, oh what stupid notions !
The courtship started and went through all the motions,
But this would have no fairy tale ending, no happily lived forever,
He wondered why it started, sometimes wished it had never.

How can love flourish, in a world divided by classes,
By race and religion, the opiate of the masses,
How is it ever possible , for two different people to wed,
Rather than see you happy, the world would rather see you dead.

He'd no know more happiness,he'd know no more bliss,
Just memories of his love to treasure and taste of a parting kiss,
He blames himself in the end, the dark clouds always loomed,
Because he knew from the beginning, his love was always doomed.

-Prem

An 8 hour power-cut left me no choice but to write :-) . I've written about something that I've seen happen, unfortunately a little too often.