Poetry

Precious peace, I badly need
As that only gives me solace
Now, a sad life, I just lead
No joy comes to embrace

I hoped, but lost totally
I tried and was defeated
Fate failed me brutally
My mirth got deleted

Failure and loss often arrive
And present me with tears
From God, peace, I derive
But, stay with me fears

Lost is guts increasing doubts
Dead is mirth that is buried
Worry accumulates debts
Soul is crucified, not freed

My life just goes on and on
Dawn arrives just regularly
My peace and faith are gone
I pray to get bliss surely.

mvvenkataraman