Savouring Melancholy is my favourite hobby
Don’t know why I love being so saddy
Friends call me moody but i am not that shoddy
Is all that due to the nature of my temperament..
Think it’s all in my genetic arrangement
Can’t blame me though for such an entanglement
Have learnt to smile a little of late and look things in a better light
Though no reprieve from many doomsday preoccupations
For I had been taught pessimism the secret object behind optimism
Hence no escaping from the brooding speculations
Quite often my modesty is mistaken for depravity
But I am no epitome of any evil quality
However can’t be completely free of clumsy
And stop savouring melancholy.....
(Thank u Gandy…the ace photographer)
