The Room Was Filled With Gloom (Revisited)

The room felt as if filled with gloom That the potted plants failed to lift, Nor did its look ornamental That clashed with its dullness like rift. The peak was it of monsoon month I thought the gloom was just due that, Though mind may contribute to it, Ah world is weirdest of wild cat. The tree in front of the window Had more yellowed brown leaves than green, And yet more reassuring looked, Not the pink roses room's within. In kitchen, the cooker's protests Cried hoarse with steady stove-flame, My thoughts rising in sympathy, My pent up hurt rose all the same. Wondered if man's best behaviour Can match green Nature's gift to bear, I could not rise from thoughts of tomb, Nor could fathom death, nor its dare, And when time came to talk about The purpose for which I'd here come, Signs contrary were clear and out, And left post some routine ho-hum. ___________________________________________ Musings | 04.10.12 |