Having taken flak
for penning always
a poem with grey
or outright noir undertones
I geared up to
to scribe a cheery one
A butterfly fleeting
from flower to flower
Or a bumble bee humming
a song unbearable....
could be a good start
for inspiration
Alas their wings gossamer
and ephemerality assured,
appeared more appealing
to the verse
How about the chirpy brook
hurtling down a hill in abandon....
It does become solemn though
in no time,
almost funereal
upon reaching the plains
Someone slipping off
a banana peel lying in wait
is more a stuff of a slapstick
and would not stand a chance
in the realm of poetry
howsoever funny it may be
to any who haven't been
the ones falling prey
to this slippery predicament
A lover lost in the eyes
of his beloved
dreaming of a life to live
'happily ever after'...
Now that could be a promising start
for a comedy of hope and errors
But then again I know
from the experience of the countless
how that dream would fade
like a dusk into darkness
And here's yet another
of my failed attempts
to walk away from grey
Afterall, grey too is a colour
albeit a tad colourless
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