Ode On Solace

One fine morning dejected I find

All of a sudden a screaming sound

From the innermost corner

Signalling acute pains to come after

And to continue for days together.

Groping in darkness and mingled

With fear of major operation that

Shocked the distorted family

To travelling amidst queer ideas

Of darkness and danger stored

In the future to come.

Patience and patience for what

May come in future uncertain

Finalising the destiny

And placifying for a great

Endeavour everlasting,

Eeminding the past when

Such patience perseverance prescribed

Upon that evil thoughts vanquished

And nothing had really happened

That nothing had really happened

And it was a psychological error

Derived from the previous operation

And nothing else to Come.

The assemblage of friends and relatives

Joined by technical experts with

Varied opinions and derivatives

Good and bad mix for the future

To come after the examination.

And ho! Nothing was to happen

For He who sees all and guide

All the beings in the stretched

Arms and compassion never-ending

Compelled all of them to be

Silent with rest to come

For something more dangerous

And perilous will come

To shatter all juncture.

And inviting a great assembly

Of friends and relatives.

Where the ups and downs of

Life will play a major role

And never-ending jealousy will

Try to prevail upon me again.

But nothing tangible to come

And life will run as usual

A competition on the rear gear but

Quite solace in the front to see

And one is overjoyed as he

Observes these mandance creations

Who have not yet accustomed

Themselves with the philosophy of life.