Hello friends, this is a tag created by Aquib, I would like to thank him for thinking about me.
What’s a ballad ?
poem or song narrating a story in short stanzas. Traditional ballads are typically of unknown authorship, having been passed on orally from one generation to the next.
I would like to nominate few of the bloggers that I know of and fond of.
Feel free to opt out if you don’t want to. But if you chose to write that would be my pleasure.
-You can credit Aquib as the originator of the tag. While you don’t have to if you choose not too.
-Please nominate other bloggers too, 5-10 will suffice to reach other poetic minds.
-There is no time bound but will appreciate if you publish as soon as possible.
Once upon a time, A bear cub was born
Life wasn’t easy, he knew nothing at all
But the cub was well fed and warm
Happily as he can be, from winter to fall
His parents and him were on the move
The cub learned new things everyday
From food to life, there was lots to say
His parents were brilliant but silly
They didn’t want to settle, which was folly
So the bear cub remained alone
Year after year, the cub grew up
Soon his fears and sadness pent up
His Happiness has come to naught
He learned what he was taught
Still he was alone, he wasn’t whole
He had dreams, he told his soul
He wanted new things other than sceneries
He wanted to have a home, not worries
His parents were often happy
even though they were getting old
it was harder to find honey
As if it was gold
They were becoming skinnier
And the young growing cub even more
Hope was becoming thinner
But they couldn’t do much but ignore
As they didn’t know what to do
The little grown up bear
Is still as he was when he was a cub
He never caught a fish nor a lair
He doesn’t have a life, it’s not fair
He’s often stressed with despair
He tries to forget and live like a bear
He’s very often depreciate
Whatever he does he feels alienate
Why leaving in a world so deceiving
While he could be happy dreaming
He still wanders in his dark forest
Surrounded by unknown possibilities
Till the day he will take his rest
When the time comes for certainties