It dawned again, another aesthetic day of Spring,
He rose from sleep, on hearing the chirpy wrens sing,
There he lay his eyes awake, he wished that the night had been longer,
A gush of thoughts to ponder, he seemed to have enjoyed his slumber.
He was prolific and extravagant,
A charming lad with sheer exuberance.
His efforts had earned riches in plenty,
He was a cynosure of charisma and prosperity.
The owner of a huge firm, with a temper so calm,
Hundreds worked for him, loved him,
And gratefully kissed his benevolent arms.
Little did he know that he should be strong,
Before he was diagnosed with the disease,
A demon which made all his calculations go wrong.
A sad message that shattered his bliss.
He had earned glory for his zeal,
But there was no peace ,nor an ounce of glee.
Downhearted and dejected he quit his job,
The firm was crowded with a huge mob.
Sceptical about his absence and longing for his presence.
But not a sign of the chap’s cheerfulness.
Back at home, he felt stifled,
Nobody to care, all alone there,
He went out to grasp some pleasant air.
As he strolled down the street, he noticed two little kids begging for alms
Adorable they looked, with features as sharp as damsels.
He felt sorry, embraced them tight and told not to worry.
Held their hands with love and took them to a park.
A playground adorned by melodies of beautiful larks.
He taught them to sing and tapped a few steps,
Merrily they jumped with bliss and frolic.
The fun repeated every single day,
As he brought more poor children with him each day.
They learnt to write ,learnt to speak,
They drew marvellous pictures and wrote innovative poems.
It was at that moment he found true satiety,
Satiety between the lines of life, when the children were at creativity’s peak.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jay
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2015?