Glopowrimo Prompt 1 Ghazal where the birds have gone

Glopowrimo
Prompt 1 Ghazal
Where the birds have gone

My mother, born in village hut one Monday morn
Whilst grandpa toiled in fields, baled hay that morn

Fair of face, full of Selena's luminous grace
They named her "Moon", she brightened their day that morn.

By lush fields or village well she amidst nature dwelt
Amongst birds, bees and trees, a wild fairy day those morns

Happy her life, at sixteen upset by fate
The young man she'd wed came, to take her away that morn.

To city lights, high towers, narrow terraces condemned
Mother sighed, "where the birds have gone? Pray stay this morn."

And I, Amrita, the daughter she'd named from a charming book
Wept, "like you, Mother, the birds have gone their way this morn."

(c) Amrita Valan 2018.