Poems by
Annie Joseph

Nestle

a poem by Annie Joseph

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Dreams are cloudy, smiles are dull
Drops of rain are rare, drops of blood shed
How are they wounded, why are they wounded?
Where are they dumped? Are they deserted?
Why are they not flying?
Are the wings wounded for the ants to move?

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Turned the clouds to rain and dusk to darkness
Turned the dreams to lust to turn life deadly with ruts

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Lonely they feel, lovely they move in thirst,
Lusted by oasis never to reach, my birds fly high to die
Lulled by pleasures of the world unknown

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Heal the wounds for my birds to fly
To flutter their beautiful wings and fly high and high
To seek and reach the nestle of love at home
Cry of you, mom – my mother land, I listen ruefully.