The Topaz Of Tragedy Poem by Krunal Pandya

The melancholy of mood is always a pain;
Poverty, separation, humiliation and no gain.

Tragedy was fully spread across the innocence of his childhood;
No love of parents, siblings; had friends but did no good.

A displaced identity under the crisis of personality;
A hateful social treatment of punitive neutrality.

How can he feel a normal self when all were against?
A sea of painful tears constricted and beheld.

His otiose heart went numb;
Leaving him emotionally dumb.

Everything turns dry and stony when emotions depart;
Leaving only a harsh, hard, lifeless topaz called heart