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PEACE, LOVE AND JOY, IN SPRING'S REIGN
Spring has come yet again
With its smiles and greetings
I go out and embrace the breeze
In the lone hours of nights
Even though the touch of freeze
Is still evident all around
Even in the oft-trodden sights
Of yore and far beyond.
I crave inner peace
And tranquility for my restlessness
I have found it often, now and then,
In my withdrawal from man's world
With my heart, thoughts and pen,
In the solitude of the surrounding glen...
Everything returns to where I was
As soon as I re-enter the trash den
Of empty minds feeding on material pleasure
Of men with no heart trying to be poets
Of women too claiming to be artistes
And I think of Doyle's Grimpen Mire*
And Holmes and Watson* by the fire
Talking of the drudgery of human nature.
Saba* caresses me with fond gentleness
And there is joy mixing with sadness!
I need peace...inner peace...
And I whisper this to the angels of Spring
As they the season's tidings bring...
And in the room there is talk
About the latest fashion trends
Friends delighting in mocking friends!
Masked envy can be so obvious
In the vain smiles of the inglorious!
I want peace...yes...inner peace
As she who loves me advises: "Please!
"Seek not except within thine self..."
And I feel I must be with her soon
Before the end of the yearly bloom.
Both of us can see through forms
Of buffoons trotting with comic girls!
Spiritual empathy is what we seek
In this world of meeks and geeks.
She and I can unveil false charm
And that's why peace is so forlorn!
So, in the room I hear the talk,
Of the latest fashion trends in town:
"Which colour is in and which is out"
"Don't disturb my wife" I hear a shout
As I turn around to see a frown
Of a man dressed up in chagrin
Like an actor of a forgotten film:
"Don't try to impress my wife"
I hear him: his tone like a knife,
Pointing, at his childhood friend
And this is the distraught din
Like drunkards obsessed with gin!
For he scorns the woman he once sought
For her with whom he tied the knot.
These are the performers of a devil's plot
For they lie to themselves and what they got!
I need peace...yes, I need peace...
And convincing myself I come out
And venture into the touch of freeze
That burdens the wings of old winter...
I inhale fresh gusts of clean matter
Again and again into my tired lungs
Closing my ears to the mock laughter
Emanating from darting tongues
Angry deep inside yet pleasing their wives
Like knaves and servants that Sirs despise!
I think of my beloved woman and wander
Into the dreamland of future yonder
And that's when Saba* hugs me again and again
And tells me to relish the humming rain.
Spring is meant for those who love
True hearts which can inner peace bestow
My beloved and I are two of a kind
Divided souls, yet in tune again,
Finding love and joy in Spring's reign.
