Poetry

Field of his pessimistic thoughts
Sowed seeds of his destruction
River of his tears soaked these seeds
Srouting plants which cursed him ineptly

He was the farmer of this poor crop
Which he cultivated with the saw and sickle called pain
What he sowed,so he reaped
Thus he is dug in the abyss of misery

Opt an optimistic outfit to the thoughts
Offering hopes and will to the soul
Grief and grudge enemies you slay with wisdom
Aiming success and happiness in the war field of life

@Rajani mula