A gallery of words and meanings
Explorative is the journey,
Poetry, from the heart
Is, indeed, a true mystery.

We’re all tortured, tormented souls
Contentment is all a sham,
Just as Realty is, perhaps
A million miles from “glam”.

Happiness is a strange amalgam
Of joys and some, wistful,  tears,
Like Hope has some clouds around
That, we know as mortal fears.

Spontaneity,  flows from the heart
The brain nowhere in sight,
For it carries within some secrets dark
While the heart has an inner light.

There is a beauty to Randomness
As is there in a carefree, happy , child,
As there is in a flowing river
That’s lost and gone wild.

Why is Nature so pretty
Let’s put our silly heads together
And, recall those lovely times of old
When, we were all “birds of a feather“.

A flower is always a flower
Give it the name you
like
Then, look what happens here
When Ali you change to Mike,

All hell breaks loose everywhere
When introduced is religion and creed,
A battleground is the world today
With dissensions that we seed.

The tree not mightier than a flower
It’s just a shade- provider
And, the flower is no
prettier
For, it’s just a perfumed scent-giver.

I don’t know if this makes sense, dear Reader
But, I said it was Randomness,
Life’s not a game of Bridge, you know
So, we can can forget the crafty finesse.

Will we ever from Nature learn
Or,
Only when all ashes are in the waiting Urn.

I Wonder?

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)