Ward Off Doom Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Probably the hardest blow unbearable
Is the sudden flash of thought rushing in inexorable
I have nothing worthwhile to leave behind
Nor anything solid to cheer me even vainly
The burden of this blow would bury me in grave graceless
Even the most celebrated singer may not have sung to his heart's content
But it is gross misfortune conceivable not to have sung at all
Definitely it is doom not to have attempted spreading wings at all
While the skies were sunny, rosy and resplendent
Bloom blossoms forth even as you marvel at the skies longingly ardent