Not About Love: Songs of Sorrows

Cigarettes, puffed,
Notes, improvised,
Not a tale of romance but a song of pain,
Frozen past, loneliness and once again.
Bitter!

Every morning whirls up in your garden,
Bringing your dreams in the wreaths of flower,
Just vague and vain for me,
It comes bringing me sorrows in solitude.
Sweet!

Ray, hope,
Day, optimism,
The dawn is happiness,
Pointless, let it be, I carry my grief along.
Sunshine!

Maybe, you are singing your joy,
Perhaps dancing, for the romance to convey,
Songs, wish sorrows to dedicate?
You will despise heartburns and complaints.
Infinite!

Poem by: Raj Basyal (August 2016)
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