When states collapse, there is sadness.

Fading of arts is sad as well.

Sadness is in wars and in disasters,

In the tranquility of Autumn

And the singing of the constellations.


The sadness of Saint Exupery’s

Petit Prince was deep and genuine.

So was Wordsworth’s when sad

And pensive he sat on his couch.


When the evening breeze blows gently,

There is sadness.

When the sick man prays ardently,

There is sadness.

When the palm tree in full bearing is cut,

There is sadness.

When the sage sings songs sweet,

There is sadness.


Sadness is in the violin,

In the solitary wine bottle,

In the broad midnight moon,

In lovers’ languishing,

In couples’ longing

And in the rose

That blooms and dies.


pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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