Worrying is my habit,
To which I am an addict,
In fearing, I am a rabbit,
As only losses I predict,
Fate alone is the culprit,
Its act who can contradict?
Eyes of mine melt like ice,
Cries my heart as hope dies,
Tries my soul to be very wise,
When I am by loss knocked,
Only to God I very soon go,
If my path is by fate blocked,
Tears become my eyes' cargo,
If in my heart, gloom is locked,
All my bliss, I so sadly forgo!
M V Venkataraman