Sights Of Subtle Melancholy Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

There are sights of subtle melancholy,
that our eyes often fail to see.
But the lurking sounds of cracking leaves,
the woeful cries of dancing bees,
a little patch of scum on ponds,
the silent sounds of breaking bonds,
birds that never learned to fly,
clouds forever meant to cry,
the fungus growing on your head,
the child that died, in your stead,
a silence that hid beneath her smile,
a noise that killed him for a while,
a single shoe, that once was two,
a 'caring' god but out of view,
are in us and everywhere,
hitherto and for ages hence,
like a slow surreptitious breath,
that brings us closer to our beds,
of eternal peace and infinite sadness.