2. Sadness in Spring

 Sadness in Spring  (Composed in Feb 91)


The long legged trees, harmoniously, in the breeze do sway,
To the world, their lush green apparel, proudly they display,
The clouds dance sprightly, to the winds sweet music,
But alas! my eyes behold not these scenes, for they are melancholic.


The tumbling brook's mellifluous murmur never does cease,
Oh! the cuckoo's tunes spill with such unprecedented ease,
Nature's orchestra is complete with the buzzing of the bees,
Woe, lets not my hapless ears, hear  these melodies.


The flowers' fragrance is lured outside the garden by the rapacious wind,
In the orchards, is afloat the scents of mellow melons and orange rind,
Sweet smells  of  roses, lilies, magnolias and even the blossoms of tamarind,
And yet , my insensate nose senses none of this.

My mind has often mused...........
When Nature abounds with joy in spring,
Why must limitless sadness in my heart spring?
Often have I mulled and mused,
Why this discord between Man and Nature's mood?
Why ??...................
I still remain confounded ...........and confused.