Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Anew

~ Spring Dreams ~Image by ViaMoi via Flickr


"A new beginning is due!" says the wise radio weatherman,
Yet for all I can see, the gloom of winter still does stand;
The wind is cold and breathless, each tree bare and wan
The sun for sure is not smiling, or helping anyone's tan.
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Dark clouds on the prowl I watch as the rain comes dripping down,
It's that kind of grey evening, that they write sad songs around;
If I were the worrying type, my face sure would wear a frown
A thousand morose thoughts would spring, at thunder's rumbling sound.
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What then is, you may ask, my way to beat the blues?
One of these days, I say, the old man's words will ring true;
Melancholy doesn't last forever, even the deepest possible hues
Wake up to brilliant green you will, no telling where winter flew.
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The season of hope, the season of promise, may be biding its time,
Once spring's here you'll see, sadness ain't worth a dime.

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6 comments:

Achilees said...

right you are bro! ain't worth a dime. it's sweet.

Kunnu said...

The season of hope, the season of promise, may be biding its time,
Once spring's here you'll see, sadness ain't worth a dime.

great... :)

Roy said...

@Debottam & Kunnu: Thanks buds!

Ashish said...

hey roy.. a sonnet? it sounds really good :)

Roy said...

@Ashish: Thanks buddy! But if you don't mind me asking, which Ashish is this? Rajhans? :P

Ashish said...

lol.. yes man! :D