A Thing Of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.


John Keats

Missing Person where did you go??

Saw him tired but walking from very far,
Worst in condition like a prisoner of war,
Blanket in hand and torn fiber over the meat,
Seemed a beggar, barefooted in the heat,
Scorching sun and body in sweat,
Water was elixir, if he could get...

Exhausted, on parapet of resort he seated,
Seeing him a gardener got agitated,
Showing no humanity from inside,
Gardener poured water on him with might,
Body drenched and blanket was wet,
At that night how could he have slept ?..

Depth of despair broke him into cry,
Tears fell in abundance from his eye,
Without looking back, not even talking,
Drenched, wet eyed old man started walking,
His heart playing symphony of agony,
Mercy shall fall on such brutality...

Whole sight was satanic and eyesore,
That pain painted on core of my soul,
I am tormented by the nightmares,
Searching for a question unclear,
Missing Person where did u go??
Are you alive? I don't know...


Baleshwar Singh