JEEWAN RAMLUGUN

The fear that the worst may befall

and the faith that all

may really end well

inhabit the same innermost realm,

yet the ever-springing hope to redeem

gives an adamantine edge to optimism,

and that awaits the dark veil to part

to let through lucent light

and brighten the spirit.

The window through which the fair seasons

are savoured, and blithe garden birds

are delightfully heard, amidst cherry blossoms,

now in winter offers but a dull outlook

with only memories of warmer days

to provide some solace, inclining us to think

less of the moment’s miseries.