Savouring Melancholy

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)