A Dissipated End Poem by Santosh Misra

A DISSIPATED END

Amidst continuous failures
The mind and the soul
Are agitated with ill thoughts.

The Doctrine:
Failure is the pillar of success,
Appears then of no use,
Rather a hilarious strain
Encroaches and engulfs
one's mind and body.
And he fails again
To explore any ways out.

The neighborhood as such
Jumps to thrust a definition:
An Unsuccessful Fool, on him
And scanning starts under the raised
eye-brows
to differently stamp his credibility.

A thick depression germinates
That kills, kills and kills.
Sympathizers start shading
crocodile tears.
The man fumbles against
A dissipated end.