Treasure Island

Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

(10.6.1938 / India)

A Pessimist's Lament


Life, they say, if full of wonder;
Mine is full of storm and thunder.

Life, they say, is a tuneful song;
Shrieks discordant mine do throng.

Life, they say, with honey drips;
Mine, my tears is made to sip.

Life, they say, in nectar wades;
Sunk in poison mine is laid.

Life, they say, is heavenly bliss;
Mine is mobbed by snakes that hiss.

Life, they say, is paeans' surge;
Mine is but a woeful dirge.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 08, 2008

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  • Thad Wilk (12/28/2008 6:02:00 PM)

    Now that's a pessimist for sure Dr., but from an 'optimistic point of view', this poem is of someone - 'Other than you'...
    Great read! ! *10*! !
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