Heedless

On bare boughs, sparse leaves among,
Barren winds ran amok,
Many a tuneless ballad was sung,
As on moved a heedless heart.

Familiar like the place of birth,
Which the old nostalgically recollect,
Splendid moments, the times of yore,
Hemmed together on weather beaten paths.

The damp grandeur of monsoon calling forth
An exuberant cherub in consciousness encased,
Simple dreams and a simple lore,
Of a simpler love, even more.

Wasted scores weary violins play,
Starry nights, overshadowed,
Oppressed as in the unappreciable heat of May,
Useless as glorious souvenirs, showcased.

Aha, but wondrous opportunities does a derived wisdom profess,
Happiness in the hinterlands,
Surviving blooms on virginal snow,
Sanity to the confounded.

On reviving nectar, a greedy infant feeds,
On radiant a face lingers smile, puerile,
Skipping past to the sweeter childhood days, cradled
By the ones she holds dear but heedless, otherwise.

Here be joy, here be contentment,
Spring from wintry boughs do sprout,
Daffodils of liquid gold on rolling pastures spread,
Stolen peace exultantly does pervade,
Sinister cobwebs wisped away by sunshine, light-hearted
Merry innocence romps ahead,
Heedless now and unaware.

3:48 am, 31st of July.