Tag Archive | Sorrow

The Holy River

A river travels in the corner of a town

Seldom visited and rarely spoken about

Neither picturesque nor explored

Those who take a dip

Portray a rare shine


They told me,

‘This is the place to wash your pain,

Your envy, greed and cruelty

Emerge to a new world of purity

The river would bury the world’s sorrows

Deep and deep inside

and rise up untarnished and pure.’

Bright and Yellow

Was it when the butterfly opened its wings?

or when the sunflower flashed its petals?

or when the marigold turned around?

My sorrows flew with the butterfly

melted in the sunflower

turned into rejoice with the marigold

Bright, sprightly and cheerful

feel them once

and you will feel no sorrow hence