S Ravichandran Ayyer Poet Free verse

Luck and a Poet

Luck and a poet

 

It was an evening in my room,

It appeared as God knocked and came in.

I asked, “Who is it? and why such a laugh?”

It kept silent and shed its tears

Though it seemed rich and delightful

but its face was sad and full of grief

I asked what for it came to me

and what can I do for it?

With a gasping and slurring voice

It broke its silence and told,

“Sorry! my dear man

up to your forty five I did nothing for you.

To heal the wounds in my heart

I came here to do some favour to you.”

I laughed and told,

“Sorry, you are unfortunate

and you can do nothing for me,

because I am a poet more than you,

and away from all fortunes and misfortunes.”

With face painted with disappointments

It vanished from my little room.

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