A HUNDRED REASONS...


 

 
Thereare a hundred reasons
Why I feel so frightened and sad
When I look at the sky…
The darkness is one of them;
The deafening thunders
And blinding lightening
Are two more;
The fierce clouds
And the moonless night,
The burning Sun
And the angry wind,
The Stars that deceive,
The angels that fail,
The broken dreams,
The sorrow,
Pain.




And, there are another hundred reasons
Why I feel so happy and confident
When I look at the same sky…
God is one of them,
Hope is another,
Promise is yet another,
Trust is one more;
The billion stars
And the smiling Moon
Are two more,
The rain clouds
And the dancing breeze,
The guardian angel
And the waking dreams,
The tears of being forgiven, 
And warmth of being loved,
The thought of abundance,
The might of newness,
The peace of coming home,
The closeness,
Joy.




GERALD D’CUNHA

Pic.: Arathi Rouniyar.





Comments

MEENAKSHI said…
Felt like hugging the Sky so tightly, after reading this poem!

Keep writing these beautiful poems.

Thanks,

= Meenakshi
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thank u Meenakshi...

What are u waiting for, then? Just hug... the sky would smile!

Love,

GERRY
Anonymous said…
Tnank you Gerry for this refreshing poetry.

.. Namdev
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Namdev, feels good to hear from u.

Do read,

Love,

GERRY
ranjini.b said…
endless sky..endless happiness..
nice poem sir..
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Ranjini... Yes, endless sky...

Feels good when u say u like the writing...

Love,

GERRY
Girish Dhameja said…
liked the title very much. We are the one responsible for making the choice for being happy or sad. Happines is with us, within us and around us. Reading this poem makes me happy.
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Yes Girish, happiness is our own baby... we make or take it.

Glad, u loved the post and the title.

Do read and comment. it helps.

Love,

GERRY

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