Echoes of Grief - R.S.

What will had God to so compose

And impale the briers with the rose?

Why moon was cursed with scar and blight

Which gleams in sky with borrowed light?

Why did he let the woes outweigh,

The joys that render hearts so gay?

A frugal span to Spring bequeathed

While Winter longer lived and breathed.

To ones who loved no respite bestowed,

Fondness who feigned, merrily bestrode;

Doomed to live who willed to die,

Who revered life, took to the sky.

Bio: R.S. resides in India and writes Poetry to find harmony in life. She graduated with Honours in English and loves to read and write poetry. She loves nature walks and rises early to feel inspired with the morning star and create new rhymes.

Commentary

The verity of the 'polarity in our existence' is aptly described in this poem. The richness in its language and metaphors and the effortlessly executed traditional form truly take away one's heart. The concluding stanza summates the poem's message accurately.