Again Am Feeling So Low.... Poem by Ambrosia Ambrosia

Why its so gloomy today?
Or is it my sinking heart?
No one wants listen to me.

God, the problem creator, will you?
No other go for YOU and my dear poets,
Both will listen to me....like it or not..

Everyone and me fed up!
My father is sick,
Mother has lost hope.

Sister busy in managing her chores,
Brother far away to reach anytime,
Friend enjoying her new company.

Oh Yes, on terrace my May flowers,
Pigeons and my little doggy,
Never get sick of me, all listen silently.

I feel like harming him or myself,
I want to cry till my vocal cords tear up,
I have to run away from all and hide in my little nest.


Can I pull out my heart and mind?
Empty it, throw away all the past junk,
Oh lord, grant me those decade old cheerful days.