Joys and Tears...
Joys and Tears,
One after the other...
New blossoms of roses,
More hands to pick...
Sweet songs of cuckoo faraway,
Messed up things nearby...
The graceful gaze of stars,
Bond of rage in eyes...
Freedom of thought in mind,
Hindrance of action we find...
The warmth of friendliness,
The coldness of enmity...
Joys and Tears,
One after the other...
Fruition and Frustration,
One after the other...
Joy alone is our heart's wish...
Tears blessed with oblivion's curse...
4 comments:
Joys and Tears,
One after the other..
Fruition and Frustration,
One after the other...
Joy alone is our heart's wish..
Tears blessed with oblivion's curse...
very well said!!
This words express that every beginning has an end.
As long the things are alive, must atract the mass was been the objective of this poem I think.
Very well compared.
All the best.
Yes, Everything has an end(joys and tears..)The objective of the poem is man's yearning for the joy where tears too take a prominant role in life..still wishing the joy alone forgetting the tears(A sweet blessing arising from oblivon's curse).
Nice poem.write more poems."blessed with oblivion's curse"-wonderful lines.
-P.G.Pavithra.
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