In grief
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May be summer at its best
Brings blazing heat
And parching thirst
With passion most
Even sweet notes falling flat
And winter goes not slowest
Summer and spring gone past
Days cut down to shortest
Flowers and songs are deficit
Leafless and bare is life
Looking desolate
And autumn at its gravest
Souls look cheerless and dullest
Shivering like leaves
To fall to bed brown for rest
And loneliest they are
Wandering up and down the streets
Quite forgetful of path unlit
And God sitting sublime and silent
Watching you and your pangs of clime
Those restless
Shall be loaded with more plights
And those at peace
Like a saint
Shall be asked to join the heaven
And sit God beside
Still I see hope
In not giving up to grief
By drinking the wine-divine
Though God has His own thinking
Whom to relieve and whom to grieve……
God has His own thinking Whom to relieve and whom to grieve…may be...................awesome write....nice.........
seasons may not be always soothing but an enduring soul takes them as they come. great write.
Beautiful poem. Very true said, each season, nature as well as humans has its own grief. You have depicted very beautifully in this poem. The concluding stanza ends in a positive way.... Still I see hope In not giving up to grief By drinking the wine-divine Though God has His own thinking Whom to relieve and whom to grieve…… Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a beautiful poem Deepak..... Seasons come and go bringing in their wake joys and sorrows with sorrow predominating! Usually sorrow plagues some again and again while some blissfully escape the scathes of misfortune always! We cannot find much justice here! But a hopeful heart never succumbs completely to misfortune and give himself to despair or grief!