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Autumn Thoughts
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English Poetry |
Its autumn in my heart –
One by one,
Each fresh new desire turns to leafy-brown despair,
A heavy lumberous sigh whirls the pile away.
High up somewhere,
I hear the merry chirping
Of a carefree bird,
That fills my heart
With renewed joy.
And I muse –
There’s no real joy or sorrow,
But feeling that makes it so.
Kusum
A beautiful poem of very delighting enlightening pondering
And what it is meaningfully in poetry conveying
Liked immensely.
Hearty commends
“And I muse –
There’s no real joy or sorrow,
But feeling that makes it so.”
And to deeply understand this
keeps you in Joy never in sorrow…..
Last three lines bring out
the essence of the poem
to make it very beautiful,
Kusum.
There’s no real joy or sorrow,
But feeling that makes it so.
profound ~
Hi Kusum,
Almost like nothing is good or bad , thinking makes it so .Nicely build up and culminates in a tender thought .
sarala.
@SARALA KURUP JAGAN,
Friends,
Thanks a lot for fine appraisal.
The last lines summarise the Vedantic philosophy that both joy and sorrow are ephemeral, transitory. Hence not to get emotionally entangled in them for peace of mind.
Kusum
a very creative poem
Kusum,
the inner mind’s working well conveyed. Down in the dumps then brought out of it by the slightest thing then on to a different perspective. The title and opening lines are very evocative of a time that may come once or recurring to us all – endings, declines. It suggests an understood starting point from which the quest for clarity begins.
Is it weight or degree we must assess in joy and sorrow? Just how far can we detach from emotion?
Fergus
@Gion Gion,
Very difficult to detach oneself from one’s fathomless worldly desires.Hence the cycle of re-births to fulfil them all. Believe it or not.
Kusum