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In the mind of

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English Poetry

Longing, loathing and despair,
In love, is it fair?

Pain, drama and emotion,
Into darkness do we stare?

If down is the opposite of up,
Why do you offer the joyful cup?

The cruelty of butterflies
And rainbows,
Has long been felt, denied.
Into the well of curious doubt,
Someone’s heart cried.

In such anguish, the mind proclaims,
No love for me, no more disdain.

The rain washes, such unholy rain,
The doubt dissolves in clouds and muck.
Till what remains is a shiny sky
And a heavenly stroke of luck.

2 Comments

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Saurabh,
    missed this one. Very good.
    “The cruelty of butterflies
    And rainbows,
    Has long been felt, denied.
    Into the well of curious doubt,
    Someone’s heart cried.” – the curious doubt – nice
    Might not the presentation be couplets only?
    Fergus

  2. saurabh says:

    Thanks.

    I thought so, initially. Would have been more elegant and uniform. However, these very lines that you’ve liked forced me to keep them together. I couldn’t bring myself to separate the last stanza. In retrospect, in fact, the rest of the poem except the butterflies stanza could have been done away with. However, this poem is a part of a series of poems that have a different, private meaning for the person they are addressed to. 🙂

    Meanwhile, I really appreciate your feedback. This poem, Poets of the Night is really dear to me. I’d really appreciate some criticism as it is a bit abstract for popular sensibilities.

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