It is that of a mood
one of happiness.
for a moment
strikes me through.
Writ large on the face
eyes smile wide
the lips broaden with a grin
all too much visible.
The very next hour
I stand a witness to one
much of a difference
expressed so pronounced
being that of a sad stricken
face, eyes welling with tears
the mouth twists and furls
sorrow overwhelms.
Could these be related
to Nature’s vagaries
one of sun and rain,
storm and lull?
I deem so, man
is a produce of nature
being close to his mother
but posing a distance,
preferring a pretentiousness
which he preserves knowingly
deceiving himself in the milieu
unknowingly.
Meenas Poems 