A Thing of Wise


Perhaps an old song

Cannot rewind old times nor,

Give life to bygones.

Perhaps yesterday

Cannot be undone; take back

All been said and done.

But who, what is more

Deserving of justice than

Love that took stance? None.

To look back is a

Thing of wise; Not to take chance

Just checking blindspot.




Taller happiness—

Fewer alphabets, in three

Spells life flourishing

Bright crescent between

Cheeks, showcasing shades of white

Lined up for a grin

Beyond the delight

In a song, a poem, a bliss,

In a kiss that slipped

Kind transcending through

Colors of spring, warm summer

S’mores in winter eve

Light feathered humming,

Carrying much hope and peace

In its gentle wings.