Sorrow,
it plays songs that weigh on my soul
a heaviness undefined by measuring means
either in litres, kilograms or pounds.
Sorrow,
it plays tunes on the keyboards of pain
notes that do not sit on
a guitar, violin or a piano
and yet
the tunes whistle through my mind
like pines ringing hollow in winter freeze.
Sorrow,
it brings sweet memories of yesterdays
and coats it with bitterness
like some medicine tasting bad
yet teaching me lessons on truth.
Sorrow came
after the days of happiness
without warning of its sharing my life
side by side with my happy strings.
Sorrow,
plays tunes of its own
on invisible keyboards
yet, the songs reach deep within.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
