The saddest day’s saddest hour <br />My happy heart had e’er known, <br />The low tide me to e’er stir, <br />I do feel has long since gone. <br /> <br />Tide said I? Yea, in my heart, <br />They come to stir for a while <br />And no sooner come, depart, <br />Oft with a mischievous smile! <br /> <br />Happy hearts hopeful life lead <br />With room for sadness nor wrong, <br />Like tides they come to recede, <br />To leave behind happy song. <br /> <br />The saddest day’s saddest hour <br />My happy eyes had e’er seen <br />Furnished a fleeting picture <br />And vague to vanish within. <br /> <br />Of saddest day’s saddest hour, <br />My ears had ever heard, <br />Could no lasting impress stir, <br />And in time has now gone blurred. <br /> <br />And what of mind’s memories? <br />Made oblivious death to die, <br />They met the same fate, none high— <br />To fly off with my worries. <br /> <br />Well done my heart, done me proud, <br />None need a gloom inherit, <br />None need his mental space crowd, <br />So be happy my spirit.<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-saddest-day-s-saddest-hour/
