A Song Of Surmise Poem by Nishu Sharma

Life keeps singing the song of surmise,
and till faints of wings, the fancy falls and dies.
We move through strange realms, under unfamiliar skies,
Getting pain for it all isn't worth a prize.


When heat of the days become cold of the nights,
and trees whisper tales of grief and disguise,
when melody of songs become sounds of cries,
and in flood of tears, mankind subside.


The angels of hope fly far and wide,
an unconditional love is everyone's delight.
what hurts us deep down inside,
is the time that is spent can't improvise.