There's No Bad Weather Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
There's No Bad Weather
A mild sunny shine seems precious,
Snow biting rare be Nature's kiss,
Furious, rains can't be vicious,
And spring is nature's gracious bliss.
There is notso like bad weather,
It just seems that man wants it warm
When winter's chill sets out to form,
Man's always a ruffled feather.
What else is season's charm but change?
Yet, change alas causes man pain,
But if rainbows should entertain
What's little rain? Sure man's so strange.
Missing Nature's mirth-filled rich bus,
May be a child is he of fuss.
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Sonnets | 02.08.16 |
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5/5/2024 10:21:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A mild sunny shine seems precious/Snow biting rare be Nature's kiss/Furious, rains can't be vicious/And spring is nature's gracious bliss....this opening quartet justifies why it is called a beautiful sonnet? From your notes area I take..." two persons are more likely to blame weather than admire and enjoy it" This very inquisition is aptly answered in the couplet, , , , so nicely penned sir...10
Seems, you're a poet with an analytical mind. Thank you Dr Swain.