FEMME FEEBLE

FEMME FEEBLE

To be miserable all the time,
Bemoaning destiny and fate,
Howling crazily, gloomy with glee
High on happiness in this state.

It is not amusing to have to listen
To a dirge, an elegy, a requiem, a lament
Wherein nothing is right, but, all is wrong
A perpetual, internal, psychological torment

As an alternative try this once in a while,
Say, “Hello, good morning everyone”,
Cheerful, hearty and robust, remembering,
Joy comes not, from the barrel of a gun.

Take off those blinkers look left and right,
Be not blind of purpose, but willing to see,
Tired and caring persons, underdogs, serfs,
Who like you, also just want to be.

I don’t comprehend the aristocratic nature,
Of the rebel who, having enough to eat,
Seeks other reasons for dissatisfaction,
As Bertrand Russell did elucidate in philosophy.

I be not a philosopher but a woman weak,
It’s better I my own company keep,
For, that way at least I am assured of,
Sanity, happiness and fewer reasons to weep.

Sujata

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