Futility

Enduring wisely, this season of futility,

Hailing rain is making fun of my ability;

Seemingly calm but perturbed inside,

Looking at the broken means of sensibility…..

When arrived,

Couldn’t recognize real contentment;

When gone,

Couldn’t discover approved ways of atonement;

Ran blindly after a blurred mobility,

Which was merely a travesty of possibility….

Can someone express eternal optimism?

Or is it just another facet of cynicism!

Incredulous to accept acrid reality,

Are you really afraid of ruthless criticism!

Why to impel to acquire any attributes,

Your own judgment works and it really contributes,

Can you justify compassion over quality?

Can you occupy the core of profanity?

Why to create constellations of denial?

Why to grant sacrilege of a prayer?

Whom to deceive with comprehensibility?

Whom to admire with derisive vocabulary?

Enduring wisely, this season of futility……………….