There was a note of melancholy all around,
There was a sort of depression in and out,
With heavily laden eyes,
Brimming with tears,
Faces looking sullen,
The whole environ was heavily charged.
The tinge of sadness got expressed,
In the colour of the dress,
Which was black
A colour of mourning,
A symbol of grief,
The gathering reflected a desolation.
The twinge of pain was unbearable,
The thought of distress was deplorable,
With heart-rending scenes,
A bash on the head,
A beat on the chest,
Eyes flutter in sorrow,
The scenario was upbeat with sordid temper.
The tinge of unbearable twinge,
Gave way to an oppressing tenor,
Insinuating a swanky mood,
Of loathsome exhaustion,
Of irking withdrawal,
Inducting a moment of strain and drain.