"roisterous" poems
I have learnt to hate night,
It feels so long,
Lengthy.
I despise its quietness,
It's not an escape anymore,
It feels so much like a prison,
Only, same.
Only different.
It's roisterous.
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
Birds, Herds, and Herbs converge,
Within weeds and trees-- some evergreens,
These roisterous worlds, a wonderous sight!
The flume of art and the womb of life.
But what if I were to say,
This rite has grown dull,
For the true beauty,
Lies in your soul.
Indeed! It's true! You're full of hue,
A teeming world resides in you!
Your body, mind, all shaped by time,
Host to shine of different designs,
Friends, foes, and fair alike,
Within your bounds, have made a life.
So know this well, embrace the view--
The universe is part of you!
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC