Rex Mathew Mathew

Rookie - 0 Points (14 - 03 - 1994 / born in Kerala, India; residing in Abu Dhabi, U.A.E)

Addressed To The Pessimist - Poem by Rex Mathew Mathew

Life’s nothing but a rough road
When you care to only see the hateful thorns,
Digging the grave for all joy and peace.
Moron, you caress not the beauties the rose adorns,
The smoothened grass, the birds that sing on trees!

Life’s nothing but a weary voyage
When you care to only struggle in sorrow,
Sailing on your tears that seem to forever flow.
Fool, you fail to admire the streaming stars that follow,
The wandering wind, the ocean that with mysteries glow!

Life’s nothing but a blank black sky
When you care to only lose and mourn,
Being devoid of all stars, beauty and bliss.
Idiot, you care not to greet any ecstatic dawn,
The clouds that float, the rays the waves kiss!

Life’s nothing but nothing
When you care to only cry and cry and rot,
Bearing all pessimism and shunning all peace.
Fire your spirits with every smiling thought;
Feel free to flame on in all ecstasies!

Feel free for optimism's the true life!
Pessimist!
To go forth in life, go forth with life!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010



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