The Prayer of a Twig

Picture Courtesy: Nikhil Bangera 

If you think I don't, 

Listen to me and you will see

I do know.

I do.

I am of 

no Worth

to You.

I am no muse

Yes, I am of no use. 

I no longer 

photosynthesise 

Yes, I do 

realize. 

Is that why

you left me to whither

in a barbed grave?

But, I pray to you

Have a conversation 

with that little cuckoo.

He looks at me each passing day 

thinking about how he may

take me away. 

From your wire and your wall 

Far away from this broken fall. 

How he would 

if he could 

remove me from this 

uncouth mesh

and make me the pillow 

on his baby's nest!