Acorns of Sorrow by Aaron Pamei

ACORNS OF SORROW

Most times, what one considers gainful is but a loss, 

And a loss, something gainful, eventually.

For the shimmering vapour makes slant the eyes,

And the jangles still the voice.

So we gather acorns  of sorrow

confident that oaks of bliss they would bring,

Not knowing that a drop of water now 

Would dry up the rain, forever more.

About The Author

Aaron Pamei is a civil servant. His poems mostly deal with social and human condition and has lyrical tinge to them. His work has appeared in various journals and magazines.He is also a keen runner and has participated in over 50 marathons and Ultras across various cities of the country. He lives in Delhi, India.