19-04-2020
COVID-19 all India Lockdown
Day 26
Here's a free verse poem I wrote last night when I was kinda feeling low... read it if you've a min or two to spare🙂
The Man who lives in Melancholy woods
There lives a man
In the Melancholy woods,
Whose name I know not,
But his glimpse I've seen occasionally.
A tall man of thirty,
Wearing a loose shirt, of the darkest shade of grey,
A black posh hat on top and baggy trousers belows.
He lives in a cottage
Built of memories,
Of a faded indigo hue.
He is an introvert of a person;
Prefers to live alone, this mysterious fella.
Though I've seen,
In his crystal eyes,
A longing for love.
He spends most of his day reading
Thick books of all kinds.
Though it is hard to tell the difference,
Between day and night,
In the twilight
Of melancholy woods.
When not reading he,
Our lonesome friend,
Tends to his garden.
There in his humble garden,
Grows a variety of flowers;
Flowers of all colours and all kinds,
Daisies, petunias, sunflowers,
And sometimes even smiles blooms,
When the summers come.
The Summers there
Aren't as intolerable as most of us must have experienced;
The summers there are cold,
And the clouds are to blame.
They hover over in the heavens all year round,
And even throw in a little drizzle for good measure,
When at last it seemed to have had warmed up.
And when in Winters the air is freezing,
A narrow beam of light falls from the sky,
Just to thaw the ice.
And yet, the sparrows chirp and the marigolds bloom,
As the light and rain,
Create a rainbow.
And thus our friend spends his days,
Reading books and gardening,
Until some lost traveller enters his abode.
The man of Melancholy woods loves these seldom visits,
By wayfarers from distant lands,
Men of all colors, of all kinds.
Afterall, living alone in a forest can be lonesome!
He greets the fellow travellers,
And offers him a cup of coffee,
Ground at home and organic.
After a little chat when the traveller is utterly bored,
Our good natured friend shows him the routes.
The one through the cave,
Goes to the land of death.
The people there aren't rude,
Always ready to welcome you with open arms.
But if you'll let me speak so hold,
I'd say the fellas are kinda cold,
And quite quiet,
Too quiet...
There is another road,
That takes you to the town,
Where thise with a wish to live are a ound.
Of this strange civilization,
I hope you wouldn't need an introduction.
Thus our good ol' man
Bids his farewell to his short term friend.
He has had many such acquaintances,
He has shown the way since time immemorial,
However our friend himself,
Ventures out of the bush.
Oh! There he stands,
Our good natured friend,
Feeling the drops of rain in his palm.
As the wind plays the forlorn tune,
He smiles,
Our mystery man,
Who lives in the Melancholy woods.
Hope it's not too weird😅
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