When dejection occupies our mind
And in case, no remedy, we can find
We feel that the Lord is wholly blind
And toward us absolutely unkind

When fear in mind takes a place
And if we find to escape no ways
Surely, agony will cruelly chase
Very pathetic will be our case

If we follow pessimism as a rule
We can never at all keep cool
As we cannot use hope as a tool
Ultimately, we look like a real fool

Anger if becomes our harsh master
Result will be no doubt only disaster
If wit and wisdom, we cannot muster
Only deep dejection will sequester

He who has no faith in the Almighty
Will miss to locate life's real beauty
When faith and trust are fully empty
How can one stop fate being naughty?


mvvenkataraman