Living is a real torture,
Which I cannot bear,
World loves to rupture,
By showing no care,
It acts without culture,
By giving nightmare,
Dreams of mine are just screams,
Schemes of mine are lost themes,
Teams with me none, it seems,
I am by losses made mad,
I am feeling mentally blind,
Enough shocks I have had,
No solace at all I can find,
I now feel extremely sad,
As, my heart, agonies grind!
M V Venkataraman