Wistful Heart



Those epitomes that have molded me
Could they a Heaven not forever be?
Era long I left that land,
I longed yet for those colleagues and band.

Life longs; life yearns– they become wistful;
Life e senses—all the sweet and the beautiful.

Ah! But divested of path I do yearn
To understand what went wrong
In the so-called the last Shangri-La
In faith there are many flaws.

Let it dwell, my last Shangri-La, from ages and hence,
And let it not die out in encroachment.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Springtide

Light sun of the day
On every footpath lie
Illumines all that is dark
All nook and cranny, and all arc.

The day is full and brimmed over with light
Spring brings, as they say, better sight
With its flowers, redolence and colors bold
To behold all that’s glimmer and gold

Spring comes out with all hope
Message heralds of a dove
To resume days done with time
To tread path, noble and sublime.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Life

Life is a jungle replete with thicket,
Life has many lessons yet
Bushes and fern,
Whatever comes in life learn
Lessons deep and vast
For life fleets so fast.

In shrubs and Olive Garden
Act good, true, dutiful and sane;
Grow in thicket alpines
And you don’t walk in thorns with vines.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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