Melancholy Without Cause Poem by ashok jadhav

A sadness comes without a name or face,
It settles like a shadow on the mind;
No loss recalls it, no remembered place,
Yet still it hums, a tune not well-defined.
The day goes on in perfectly clear light,
Laughter drifts where none of it is mine;
I walk through hours that feel both wrong and right,
A gentle ache that cannot draw a line.
It is not pain, nor grief the heart can claim,
But something soft that asks to simply stay;
A longing born without a why or blame,
A cloud that drifts through calm and fades away.
Perhaps this mood is proof the soul can feel
The depth of life beyond what words reveal.