I met a
pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked
with a walker and a co-walker
Swaying on
either side, not in her mark.
Crippled,
stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Troubled by
blood sucking winged insects.
‘mosi-ki-toss’ many, many, ‘mosi-ki-toss’
Shouted she
in her Serbian accents,
Waving her
palm to drive away foes & woes.
Immigrants
of different nations & cultures,
Come in
search of shades of optimism,
Culminating
in the Old Testament adage,
‘HE hath
made all things good in their times’
Indulging in
the mirage of meliorism,
Things are
bad but can be of better advantage.
~Ram Mehta~
