Inferior Is My Interior
At rock-bottom is my self-image
I dejectedly walk on life-road
My own self I often disparage
And so carry mentally a heavy load
I try to build up enough courage
But I am unable to find a mode
Deep regrets, my thoughts keep
Steep agony in life I ever reap
Peep into my mind to know I weep
Why is gloom in my custody
Known only to the creator?
Why my soul sings a sad melody
By acting low in the World-theater?
Why I view my life as a tragedy
Can be known only by God-Operator
Too many cuts have upon my soul fallen
The fate is the perpetrator cum sculptor
I to my own self look like a villain
I feel I am a very bad administrator
Somehow I happen to be highly sullen
I wish let God be a terminator not protector
Too many agonies have destroyed my view
New ideas alone can do the needed rescue
To sue the Almighty I have a valid issue
This life sometimes I despise
Any how often I try to recoup
I have learned the technique to sacrifice
By joining the humbled man's group
Still beauties of this World entice
To put me in a poisonous soup
To bring in my image an upward trend
Often I have not met with sweet success
I am a soul who could not ascend
As the needed talent I do not possess
World's attitude I could not comprehend
And so I do everything in excess
Trick of fate gives me a kick
Thick losses I in life pick
Basic happiness comes not to lick
If God reduces my tension
And gives my soul cool shade
My deep thanks to Him I will mention
As love towards me is displayed
If He gives to me His noble attention
All my life's hurdles can be outplayed
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2022
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