No poem unfortunately in print,
Though they are with hope sent,
They are for the world only meant,
Precious time was to write spent,
For the wasted energy I repent,
Of course I should never resent,
Maybe God hasn't given the consent,
Now encouragement may be absent,
I must never at all drop writing talent,
My progress, setbacks mustn't prevent,
I must be thoroughly always patient,
I am given will-power as a present,
By using it, I must make the ascent.
Soon I will smell peaceful glory's scent!
M V Venkataraman