It was a cool and lucky day for them, <br />But it was hot and black summer to me. <br />He framed a special music for the day, <br />She moulded her tears in to my way. <br /> <br />Two solitary stars at once I saw, <br />Both were mixture of Beauty and Tongue. <br />The Beauty I knew was innocent, <br />The Tongue was strange and spicy. <br /> <br />Madam spicy levelled a compliant to authority, <br />With her immoral reason and sentiment of duty. <br />It was a pre plan for this day, <br />A tiny gyre formed for the black day. <br /> <br />It was not gyre of Yeats, <br />But had a vast formation of Vysa's taste. <br />Though the name appeared hundreds of years past, <br />But had the trace and face till the last. <br /> <br />Authority and its members were in recycles, <br />For the haunt tears and band of disciples. <br />Blind with pride and fooled by haste, <br />Future reserved to speechless fate. <br /> <br />Though I am a creature of this nature, <br />I have my pride still undended. <br />I cannot toil blindly to this nature, <br />Because the Almighty is still in this creature. <br /> <br />Every horror has tis definition, <br />Every sorrow has a kind of end. <br />Alas! till now i had not known, <br />My guide and fortune's guide are one, <br />As the revolutions work without a murmur.<br /><br />abhimanyu kumar.s<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wednesday/
