Nature's Sour Dream Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If man comes in a spectrum of grades—
In a thousand of grey shades
Of joyless profoundness
And depth-less joyfulness,
Both ends to me seem meaningless.

Should a man be humourless,
A prisoner of ego he's, no less,
If humour in man dies,
In knots of ‘I' it ties,
He's blind with all-seeing eyes.

If a man cannot laugh at him
He turns out Nature's sour dream.
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Reflections |29.04.2020|
Topic: poetry, humour, nature