Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

A melody breaking through from a guitar,
A piece of a fallen star,
A touch of fresh snow,
A pinch of moon’s gentle glow,
Winter’s subtle smell,
Were all in the spell,
That made you;
Along with the shade of blue
That designs the sky.
A puff of the clouds up high,
A tune from a song,
A bark of a tree- to make you strong-
Were mixed and muddled,
And kindness was doubled.
A small plot of a writer’s land,
The golden hue of sunset sand;
Drop of ink, a dash of lead,
And of course, a book’s thread!
Were blended, mingled, fused, combined;
To the project, the best were assigned!
Like every sea hides a storm,
Snowflakes can cause a snowstorm;
You have, in you, magic, power-
To make people smile or cower-
In your words, and melodies,
Offering cures, and remedies.
Use it wisely, use it well;
Then that crafty, complex spell,
Would have been used perfectly well;
To never again disappear, dispel!
So, maybe sing a happy tune,
Or weave a story under the moon,
Mould a poem,
Or whistle a hum,
And in a moment, in a jerk,
Your wonder will do the work!
May the coming times be jovial, and spread cheer;
I wish you a prosperous and happy New Year!