Doldrums is the atmosphere
Heavy is the heart
Mind is encumbered
Sight is bleak
Is this life?
Or a dead end
I often ask myself
When I’m smitten
But one day I
asked it in a different way
Why the others are so happy
So courageous
So gaudy?
And as I lingered more
I found an answer
That’s only because
I feel defeated
And doesn’t hope for more
While they are always hopeful
And try again and again
That was the moment
when I concluded it all
To keep a lamp burning
We have to keep putting oil in it !!!