life has random elements

on that depend

a beautiful spring day

can suddenly end

the sun still shinning

gentle breezes flow

the birds song so sweet

unstilled by the blow

of deeds out of context

and offensive to some

the feeling changes

joy, and peace, to dread to come

what shame fitting

what penance apropos

for leaving the agreements

and acting so low

now act to alter

amend the rift

see how perceptions

of others don't fit

the birds still singing

telling the tale

of the joy that eludes me

cause of my fail

put in the future

the joy 'could have been

if only whenever

what did

had not been.

� Alex R Singh 2008