The Revelation [poem]

There is a pinch of sorrow in her tone , sir..

The sunlight and little birds never failed to cheer her...

She finds no tone of grey when she looks at things

Her life is nothing but one massive colourful painting

With hues of yellow, saffron and red

Filled with glories the old tales said...

But lately my daughter talks in her sleep...

She talks of something, which is sure not counting

sheep..

She speaks not in a familiar way

Not as cheerful as she speaks in the day...

When she wakes up, her eyes look alone

She eats less these days , that all I see is bone.

There's something wrong with her , sir

There is a pinch of sorrow in her tone...