A Happy Poem – Soumya Singh

Reflectionist – Soumya Singh

It is a fine sunny morning of the fall,

The garden is full of trees so tall.

Birds chirping over the blossomed lilies,

Sucking all the nectar hovering are those butterflies.

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder,

When did the last I write a happy poem?

The children playing in the park are so loud,

Running all over and making joyous sounds.

They fall and get up in a definite routine,

Such beatific faces that sadness is demeaned.

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder,

When did the last I write a happy poem?

I buy my bread and sit over a bench,

See an elderly couple walking through the fence.

Still in love and holding each other’s hands,

Failing to look away I keep eating my jam.

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder,

When did the last I write a happy poem?

A beggar sitting at the corner of the street,

Fondling a dog and giving his piece of meat.

Playing flute his wrinkles disappeared,

Such tranquillity I saw no elsewhere.

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder,

When did the last I write a happy poem?

I pick up my grocery bag and start to leave for my home,

Humming all the songs by Kuhad that I know.

Suddenly from behind a man calls out to me by my appearance,

Hand over my purse that I left there in incoherence.

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder,

When did the last I write a happy poem?

I return my home and open all the curtains,

In the darkest corner falling the sunlight inadvertent.

I sat by the window with a notebook and pen,

Scribbling on the pages some sad lines again,

but

A thought stuck in my head and I wonder, When did the last I write a happy poem?

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