The Forged Quill

  A SUNNY DAY  A sunny day will it be Full of life, saturated with glee Let no one ruin this spectacle, For this day's important, you'll see! Cheer has driven gloom away Happiness is here, and has come to stay! Cherished people, beautiful people, It's a magnificent, sunny day! It has rained for ages long, Wherein the wind blew, loud and strong. Today is the day we Idolise the right, and boycott the wrong. Humanity for now has seen enough, Building up to be resilient and tough Now is the moment we Soften the hard, smoothen the rough. Time we know, as the king of change, It's ways effective yet very strange! Thanks to it, humanity has now, Thoughts pertaining to a greater range. Let's do away with the sorrowful flags, Sulphur words and persistent nags, This be now, a happy world, Smiling, laughing, full of gags!! Through big hearts, understanding eyes, Full of fun yet unexpectedly wise, Give three cheers for yourself, Tomorrow, shall a new sun rise.  -F. Julian

  THE CHILD IN THE FIELDS As time flies by, make it known, That this unhappy, melancholic tone, Will be chased away by the lush crops Of seeds of courage and tenacity you've sown. It's demeaning to be upset, guilty to be sad, Assumes the gloomy, depressed lad. With a young tenure and lonesome feelings, He feels being melancholic is bad. With a droopy, long, inexpressive face, Always assumes the worst, just in case. The child is thy responsibility, parents. Must you neither be sulphur nor be base. For now this child ain't merely eight, He's entered into a more grown up state. Halt thy actions and reconsider them  Give him more love and not just hate. Supply him space and supply him time, Be sweet as honey not spur as lime, For this child has a big heart I know, Inscribed forever, here, in this rhyme. -F. Julian

THE CRAFTSMAN'S SON One fine July morning saw, The Craftsman's son, Spread eagled upon weeping grass, Marvelling, at the greatest Creation ever, The scent of lavender and rose, Dispersed throughout the meadow. Quiet, sat the dreamy eyed kid, Tranquil flowed the stream nearby, Whilst he looked onward, inspired, A new seed of ambition and will hence sown, Watered with tenacious tears and sweat, In his life to come. Thrived on thee, hath many hopes, Whilst thee put passion before body, Thy aches, thee knew, shal'st bring forth a gift, An honour, a name, more willpower, Struggling now in lieu of later. Oh worry not, thee inoccent lad, For the fruits you harvest shall be, Sweeter than honey, thus so pleasant, Pleased, proud be your peers, Shining brightly whilst lighting, The fires of more desire and inspiration. -F. Julian

 A PLUVIOPHILE How majestic is the rain outside Wherein critters do come out of their hide, With a touch of grace and Nature’s blessings, The clouds above stretch high and wide. With a soft pitter-patter on the window pane, Falls the magnificent, hopeful rain. The green shine of the garden and the white tulips, So lush, for life it does gain. Your blessings us do seek, oh Mother Nature! The rain is a boon, to both man and creature! Dispensable us do seem, so insignificant, While marvelling at your ever queenlike stature! Oh, the petrichor in the wonderful breeze, The man once on edge is now at ease, Oh what a gift did He bestow upon us, Sadness and worries thus gradually cease. Make us, no haste and neither sound, For thee, rain, shal’st be crowned, For prosperity and calm that grows fresh, From the lively, thriving ground. The field so fresh and the roses with dew, As the clouds part, revealing a sky so blue. Farewell, oh, Harbinger of life, Who’s left a landscape saturated with h...