With words I painted spring
So the cuckoo bird could sing,
Sing she did, but not in glee,
Her notes just yielded pity for me -
My crafted, worded toy
Failed to give me joy.
I pleaded Storm to hear,
This boat of mine to steer,
He took a portion, not the whole,
Of my rudderless, reckless soul -
In two my heart was torn,
In silence, grief was born.
The pearl from oyster shell
That's not to buy or sell,
In frenzied lust I snatched away
And wore as jewel night and day -
It caused my heart to fade,
And wither into shade.
I looked up at the sky
And cried to the heavens high:
Return to me the virgin bliss,
Of innocence green, which I now miss!
Not an answer came;
Futility is my name.
Sagnik, very nice. Rejoice, for tomorrow is a new day, stand tall and face the sun.
Futility, thy name is life. Well stated and worthy as today's poem
Wonderfully conceptualized lines, In two my heart was torn In silence, grief was born.. Heartiest congrats for the poem of the Day.
Poem without a note of melancholy does not add to the mood... very touching..
Dear Sagnik, You do write so well... your verses are incredibly appealing. Want to read more of your work. Best Always!
This is very well written, Sagnik. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!
Every thing is not Futility, you do write inspirational poetry. And do an excellant job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we could just have a rewind and a do over life would be so much easier. Nice work.