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Life 'in extremis'

When sorrow profound strikes an author's heart
And joy eludes his life throughout for long;
No more roads are left for his crippled art,
Leaving him poor, diseased, in utter debt!

Though history's full of real examples,
Of authors talented, yet struggling hard;
Unable to make both ends meet,
Quaffing cheap spirits with anguished minds;
Reaching ledges for a final fall!

"Oh, cruel Nature! Oh, deaf /mute God!
Why hast Thou forsaken me?
Could not my cup of woes, less bitter be? "

Crestfallen, frustrated, in despair 'yond compare,
The author raises a glass of hemlock to his lips,
To drain the poison down his throat,
To breathe his last, yet wears a smile so brave!

"I've wrung my heart off all its blood so dry;
I've sweated blood when others slept in sex;
What could I do if luck didn't smile my way?

Let people say whatever they must say!
I did great things that people rarely do "
With mind filled with such thoughts,
The dejected soul commits Suicide.

10-Apr-2005

More By  : Dr. Celestine A. Raj Manohar

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