There are times When you have fought —-and lost You believe in this game You believe strongly That this was not meant to be That the Sun does always hurt…… Then arrives a cloudy morn When your eyes trace The flight of every bird There is so much grace In all you see And oh! so intriguingly The Sun peeps out As if asking If he could as much as look at you With promises to give you warmth; To be at your beck and call…….. There are times when we have fought And lost And there are times like this When we have lost all And have known the irony of it all……… That its only when you lose; You find hope to survive That its only when you are dumped upon a haystack; The sun begins to shine That only when the forest is dense A beautiful patch; a clearing Welcomes you…… And its oh! so divine What lies beyond that horizon Is not for us to see; Yet for miles at a stretch We have millions of worlds to fetch….. Interstices to fill…. Why is it then……. we have to fail? It suffices though, to say That we have fought Ceaselessly; And just when we think it was not meant to be….. We see the leaves smiling on every single tree……
Hi! Pretty poem! 🙂
I was wondering…. could you explain this part :
“And just when we think it was not meant to be…..
We see the leaves smiling on every single tree……” ?
It seems so heavy, I want to understand where it’s coming from
Hi…..thanx for liking the poem……it isnt heavy i believe…..just when you begin to feel that things arent working out…u see hope smiling back at you….when i sit down to write…..this stuff comes naturally to me……..will try not to make it so heady!!!!!!
Heavy is good! What’s the point of poetry anyway if there are no hidden, subtle meanings behind the lines?
yeah………..words do spin their own magic…..