Biggie and Smally

When I was a child,
I lived near a wild,
and there was a pond,
Of which I was so fond.

One day playing with bow,
I went where, the pond was low.
That day like two wishes,
I got two lovely fishes .

It was hard nut to crack,
but I was not a sleepy-jack,
I catched them in a jar,
and capped it with a bar.

Out of two one was big and one was small,
they always have had something to brawl,
both of them loved other,to limit non-described,
with them I was happy and fully mesmerized.

and this way weeks got passed behind weeks,
and our intimacy had got touched, since new peeks'
but every pastoral is bound to become an elegy,
every clear picture is as bound to be hazy.

the apples of my eyes were cheerful and were playing,
come with us in jar,it seemed were they saying,
I said wait o! dear ones , I will be back in moment,
for rest of my life that moment become a torment.

Biggie was the big , Smally was the small,
in filtered rays of sun they started then there brawl,
Biggie took a good high leap,
to show Smally her dive deep.

the jar was open she went little high,
she was more than happy she touched the sky,
Smally was happy seeing her at high,
thinking some day also she will get to fly.

But alas! alas! alas!, Biggie could not make a perfect dive,
she struck with the edge and fell to wrong side!
Smally was cursed to see, suffering of such an intimate,
she gazed her till, until her motions got abate.

she swam around and round and round,
to have a glimpse of motion or sound,
As soon as I entered in my room,
I found Biggie on floor, like choked with fume.

Her fins were hurt but the body was warm,
I leaped swiftly and put her in the jar,
Biggie then took some deep deep breaths,
Smally was so frightened she moved to no lengths.

Biggie moved a little and touched Smally gently,
me and Smally felt assured and were composed mentally,
but to what reason hard to fathom,
Biggie swirled and fall to bottom.

Smally thought it as one of her tricks,
she dived to the bottom and she was quick,
but this time Biggie nor approved nor denied,
the capacity of Smally with which she had dived.

Smally touched her fins as request her to play,
and touched to her mouth, hoping something she will say,
something with in me was ice-cold and dead,
I wept that whole night and kept down my head.

In morning I found both of them there lying,
something tickled my mind, I felt my throat drying,
Smally was also dead, and lying touching her friend's forehead,
what a great grief!, what a great love!, not a single word could I said.

One of my greatest, pleasure and treasures, are now no more,
and I am today alive for immense pain to bore,
the innocence and love , simplicity of their,
from that day to this date ,I found it such a rare.