Thoughts crowding my heart <br />Of days lost in a trot; <br />A long way to go; time too short, <br />That too, very easy to part. <br /> <br />Clouds may make way, <br />For sunshine to bake hay, <br />Plans plenty in bay <br />What of future may pay. <br /> <br />Past, flirted and kicked were <br /> coffins of goodness, <br />Too late, indeed, realise that fullness, <br />Gone, then born this lifelessness, <br />Dull and dreary worthlessness. <br /> <br />This, 'A melancholy strain'(borrowed from 'The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth) was composed during yesterday's sleepless night, when flashes from the past and anxiety about the days ahead, loomed large and a yearning for silver lining to regain the 'Paradise Lost'. <br /> <br />Narayanan Ramakrishnan.<br /><br />Narayanan Ramakrishnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffins-of-goodness/
