Why do my poems always sing
Tales of loss, sadness and woe
Of selfish folks and the tears they bring
I have asked myself, yet I do not know
I want to weave tales that will bring a smile
Of success, happiness and tales of pride
But it is of saddest thoughts that tales do pile
I have to move on, take them in my stride
Is it because alone I find
In this big world, bereft of love
Tough I find this daily grind
Senseless I plod each day somehow
No more will I make that an excuse
I pledge I will become a happy muse
Positive attitude will always help to overcome brooding and the world and surroundings will appear colorful. Life is full of joy and happy events in addition to grief and pain and one has to face the later boldly and cherish the former fondly. Resolve to be positive in future gives an inspirational note. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Ratnakar. Yes, I am striving to get over the negativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery on the poet's resolve to steer clear of the negative thoughts and do things that bring real pleasure to the heart and the soul. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. Tales of loss, sadness and woe Of success, happiness and tales of pride I pledge I will become a happy muse
Thanks Rajnish. This was a very from the heart poem: -)