Accord Poem by Mrudula Rani

Bear no misty mood, no woeful scorn
for melancholy does not become you.
To impair the veil of lour anew
Aye habit your heavenly smile, rely on...

Your smile merits an ode, for it elates forlorn
spirits and fulgurates the vista true.
Bear no misty mood, no woeful scorn,
for melancholy does not become you.

You wear your heart on your sleeve, anon
the weight of the world on your shoulders, do
mind that no gray clouds forever pursue,
nor happiness eternal, for resurgence goes on.
Bear no misty mood, no woeful scorn,
for melancholy does not become you.