Mirth Through Death
Deep pain penetrates my soul
Life has gone out of control
Agony is playing a devilish role
To complete its cruel role
Problems inundate to frustrate
I love to become Mr. Late
Heaven has closed its gate
Devil has come to investigate
Heart has lost fully all its hope
I am to hang search for a rope
I am sure for me there is no scope
With life I find it difficult to cope
She simply ignored my love
Caring not is this God-above
I feel like ending my life now
Will anyone teach me how?
If I am completely eliminated
And at the earliest cremated
Surely peace can be created
This is dejectedly by me stated
Let thunder fall on my lousy head
Let bad words about me be said
I wait eagerly to fall shabbily dead
Let devils drink soon my bad blood
I must be by Angels terribly cursed
I must not be by any one nursed
Joy and me are forever divorced
All my songs are only sadly versed
As no one likes my presence
Hatred I can surely sense
If a pen to write my hand opens
Even my ideas refuse me defense
O- God- I beg you to kill me soon
I want from you only that boon
Let me vanish like the cool moon
Crush my life like that of a cocoon
I beg you to consider my application
I love to enjoy this dying occasion
As killing is purely your avocation
To you I have given an indication.
mvvenkataraman
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2013
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