when lights paved your way
i kept quiet and decide to stay
where i was, lest i disturb
the joyful
moments,
the drops of dew
that dare not curb
whatever you seek
in life now or later
may there be solace
and sufficiency around
if even for only a few steps
i could walk and add some
sparklle
should i feel bad, that it was not
for long
how do i communicate
my forest is on fire,
to this barren place,
of course,
you do not belong
our sweetest songs are those that tell saddest of thought.
sweetest songs
saddest thoughts
what did i do
to have this strange paradox
should sadness chase me always
why should sweetness be enveloped
by silence
and sadness be so eloquent
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
P B Shelly in ‘Ode to Skylark’