TOO MANY --'AINS'--

Another poem attired up in a melancholious cloak...But this time,,,with the aura of nature's remedy......

I just drained my brain,

in knowing the strain....

as i moaned with pain,

in my blood train,,

that goes through my veins..

but ends in refrain.....

And the life just swings in dejected lane...

The window frame just showed me the rain,,,

showering over the neighbour's wain....

but i qualmed whether its boon or bane,,,

to live with a life where nothing is plain...

and with a remedy, comes the scudding Crane...

feasting on the fishes that had blue stain...

Seeing the portrait of nature through glassy panes,,,

made my heart just lick the sugar-'cane'....

AND MY SOUL CONCLUDES THAT ITS JUST ALL VAIN

TO MUSE THAT YOUR LIFE IS ONLY DARK STAINED.....

Author's Note

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[anne]

AND MY SOUL CONCLUDES THAT ITS JUST ALL VAIN
TO MUSE THAT YOUR LIFE IS ONLY DARK STAINED.....
beautiful sushobhan, so truely penned thoughts...:))

[sushobhan]

Thanks for stopping by my stuff, talented poetess...