Do Feel Bad Poem by ubaid pattikkad

i have no right to say dont feel bad
as already bound only to the gloom..
off the way and on the way to the
eternal and make it maternal some
time paternal to bind the blind
eyes and brows within the iris of
destinies to miseries...
have the way half the way to
get the mars on palms so far moons
had on brain and breast...
a pin hole can make the tank empty,
filled with hopes and wishes..
nothing to bound it and bind tightly
until the tear teasing the brow and eye...
blood will cool and make cold others
when the whole tank make it fill....
two steps more may give more far
from the real way of human life
when the hymn become more moral..
get back to the perch of seas of
realities and realism to get reliefs
hearing the ghost stories most..
the state of being real is the
great ingratitude to the human existing...