On The Threshold Of Despair

On the threshold of despair - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A fool I have been But in the mirror of foolishness I see my face of wisdom A slash of dreams A slash of wishes Deferring things of interests In between no and yes Leading me nowhere Whom to grieve Whom to relieve Brought my life to a standstill They are my own people To see sunshine in their eyes I build my castles In my own world of glooms Little to them do I reveal my sufferings Sipping cups-full of anguish From damp patches of mind I carry on my life's journey Without any jerking But nectars it does taste like sometimes Fresh from flowers untouched by wings Many a time I summoned up courage To start a mutiny But what for- and against whom They are my own people A sort of a candle I have become Burning myself to light others I know I am a sufferer In the hands of my own people Still I love them to my heart-full And their love has made My afflictions impalpable………..