Losses (A Sonnet) Poem by Rajesh Thankappan

When I think of the losses that I hold
My grief lashes out tears in torrents;
My losses are in pure gold
And so my heart in turbulence laments.

You sowed in me the colorful seeds of love
That bloomed into a fragrant garden of diverse flowers;
Your Midas’s touch unearthed a treasure trove
That transformed my mundane time into golden hours.

Thus, when I was dreaming and floating in the air
Among lofty clouds like a colourful gas balloon,
Why did you puncture me and fling me in despair
And trample me underfoot while in full bloom?

No, my losses are richer than gleaming, glittering gold
For ‘riches’ can be acquired but my losses I shall forever hold.