Her Soothing Minstrelsy

There were several twinkling stars
and one crescent moon;
Above a small creek,
Upon which she did croon.

Her melodious voice like a storm
influenced the forest as such,
Everything was amazed by it,
Had only silence and not much.

High and low, up and above
her voice traveled afar;
Till where the soldiers lifted
their guns, but it silenced the war.

And as she sung she realized
how much her life was worth!
That how many lives would be
saddened, if she herself would hurt.

Tears of joy trickled down,
and she elated became;
Something within her sparked
so strong, for it was a fierce flame!

She rowed away singing her songs,
and the forest in ecstasy;
And saw the thing she'd
never thought she'll be able to see.

The forest loved her and caressed
her not-so-rosy cheek;
For it knew what she had endured
before she came to the creek.

Sleep came in her bright eyes
and took her in its lap;
When the sun with morning dawned,
all she heard was claps.

Voices pleaded her to sing
and with it give them grace.
And that if no one wanted to,
they wanted to see her face.

She thought this as the only way
for a new life to begin,
Where she would be revered
by the forest if not her kin.

So she sang her beautiful songs,
at its highest was minstrelsy,
Ended her serenade, not so soon
and this tale ends forever happily.

-Chinmayee Kulkarni