Lost so badly in the game of cards,
Drowning now in the world of bards.
Surrendered in the game of chess, to see the king win,
Soulfully wrote a poem, you saw and made a grin.
Heart, oh no, an organ, didn’t get hardened,
In the passage of time, it gradually got softened.
Now, all that needs an immediate replacement,
Where the heart stops thinking, make only fruitful engagement.
World today isn’t worth your feel,
For life has become a deal or no deal.
My ink wrote rhymes on humanity,
Wanted this era to be one of sanity.
Neither my poems were painted with multicolor,
Nor my words were sweetened to receive a favor.
Lost in a world of colorless sky and barren land,
Sat in the corner of a dark room like Sita of Janaka’s land.
Penning down my thoughts on my heart’s demand,
With a smile to conceal, and move ahead with the brain’s command.
Sreekla P. VIjayan