Opposites Poem by Rimni chakravarty

There is the day, there is the night
Glooms of despair and so do the sunlight
Winter with its chill and so the spring with the cuckoos thrill
Rains pour down with its musical strains
The blue sky again turns glossy with the bright sun rays
There is the infant eager to walk, but fall
There is the old staggering on the way with a stick so tall?
There is the Lamb and there is the tiger
Singing the songs of innocence and the ferociousness
Music is there with its concord, so soothing
Music is again there with discord that is brooding
There is melody and death metal
Both the genres have their audience
Both have their value not to dispense.









There is the day, there is the night
Glooms of despair and so do the sunlight
Winter with its chill and so the spring with the cuckoos thrill
Rains pour down with its musical strains
The blue sky again turns glossy with the bright sun rays
There is the infant eager to walk, but fall
There is the old staggering on the way with a stick so tall?
There is the Lamb and there is the tiger
Singing the songs of innocence and the ferociousness
Music is there with its concord, so soothing
Music is again there with discord that is brooding
There is melody and death metal
Both the genres have their audience
Both have their value not to dispense.









There is the day, there is the night
Glooms of despair and so do the sunlight
Winter with its chill and so the spring with the cuckoos thrill
Rains pour down with its musical strains
The blue sky again turns glossy with the bright sun rays
There is the infant eager to walk, but fall
There is the old staggering on the way with a stick so tall?
There is the Lamb and there is the tiger
Singing the songs of innocence and the ferociousness
Music is there with its concord, so soothing
Music is again there with discord that is brooding
There is melody and death metal
Both the genres have their audience
Both have their value not to dispense.