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