Here I begin a story for you
The story of a balladeer
Who has travelled far and wide
Gathering so many views
Of pain and storms, rain and hail
One fine day he woke up
To a different view that drew
The curtains over the older ones
He stepped up to have a better view
Leaving the older ones in abeyance
The new view, the balladeer embraced
Reluctantly, but soon felt the warmth of
A winter sun, and released himself
To soak in the newfound freedom
That gave him a new lease of life
Years passed, and he smiled at himself
But, there still was a void, indescribable,
Incomprehensible and arcane,
Leaving a yearning for the unknown
Then, stealthily came a waft of fragrance
That ruffled his unremembered feelings
That touched his unstated soul
Wrapped in silent layers of love
And the balladeer knew, he has been read now
The fragrance enveloped him delicately
To let the long awaited story to evolve
Letting the half remembered song
To be remembered and sung again forever