A Meeting With Luck And A Poet Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

It was an evening in my room,
It appeared as God knocked and came in.
I asked, “Who is it? and why such a laugh? ”
It kept silent and shed its tears

Though it seemed rich and delightful
but its face was sad and full of grief
I asked what for it came to me
and what can I do for it?

With a gasping and slurring voice
It broke its silence and told,
“Sorry! my dear man
up to your forty five I did nothing for you.

To heal the wounds in my heart
I came here to do some favour to you.”
I laughed and told,
“Sorry, you are unfortunate

and you can do nothing for me,
because I am a poet more than you,
and away from all fortunes and misfortunes.”
With face painted with disappointments
It vanished from my little room.