Melancholy- My Comrade

Deeper, deeper, deeper, down she goes,

Comes, nearer and nearer and consoles.

She is my friend, she is eternity,

I love her and call her Melancholy.

When sleepless at night in solitude,

When looking at the stars with no fortitude,

When haplessly, staring at the lonesome sidewalks,

And listening to the night’s silent talks.

She comes and silently stands by my side,

Takes me deep, down on her fantasy ride,

Silently wipes away the dew-drops,

Softly with her angelic hands, she mops,

The corners of the eye-lashes,

Where the pain reflects and flashes.

When shattered, ruptured and tormented heart,

Is further tortured, pained and broken apart,

Like a heavenly bird, she sings a threnody,

And her mellifluous voice glorifies the melody.