Go sing if ye enjoy

Go sing if ye enjoy, No use your soul to destroy. River flows as suits her moods, Sea leaps with waves, never broods, None of them ever feels coy, Go sing if ye enjoy… Trees sway on wings of fancy, Dance in utter ecstasy, Leap, lift up all restrained buoy, Go sing if ye enjoy… No use, much walked ways to walk, Nor in same tired ways to talk, Watch a child lost with her toy, Go sing if ye enjoy… Till ye be in touch with bliss, Which, a perennial stream is, Just find your own mundane joy, Go sing if ye enjoy… _______________________________ Musing |20.01.2024| sing, mood Poet’s note: One likes it or not, man has to do many things suppressing his inner voice, his mind’s mood. And he often feels like unburdening himself from all such social and practical commitments. Yet, it is not so easy, what so the mood might command. From such predicament is born this poem.