Sadness
When crush of the world has receded,
And life gains a slice of freedom,
Mind begins to remove its guards,
Loneliness slowly descends and
takes hold,
Subliminal sadness unmasks subtly,
Silently resonating with nature's
silence.
Sadness is not a torment,
But a mind disenchanted and
a spirit uncoiled,
One of the natural states of
existence.
Is happiness a worked-up sheen
Over the sad nature of man?
Sadness is a pause for a struggling
spirit,
Reflection on a long crusade,
Prelude to a rebirth.
Never smother a sadness,
It has its own purpose,
Man's sadness is in synchrony
with nature,
And creative sadness is his
ripeness.