I feel winter in my head…: A poem

I feel winter in my head

even though it is well into spring

I sense the decadence of Kings

de-moraled by power and immortalised by it

My coat of arms needs redressal, revamping

For, I mostly feel like a lowly bird

waiting for its mate

and waiting even more for its hatchlings

I can swear I can even dance spritely in this weather

where everything unbecomes me

Am I wizard, who with his own magic, curses himself

despite his survivor instinct?

Between the graveyard and the maternity ward

is Mother Patience holding her arms outstretched

Why is God always father passive?

ignoring the historical treachery of some.

I am only waiting in this blanket mist with bated breath

for a sign, that love and loyalty are not misbegotten and never forgotten