Jayram Daya

A feeling of acute despair, 
with fear walking on the nerves.
A lump gathers in the throat, 
with the mouth parched, 
Words stagnate.
.

Solitude is an abode, 
with loneliness a friend.
Disgrace sets in with anxiety, 
with self pride, 
Will alienate.

Remorse comes from instinct, 
with time as a healer.
Grief has no wisdom, 
with self-betrayal, 
Wise survives. 


Reminders improve the self, 
with forgotten past.
Joy invites pleasure, 
with self-help, 
Winner takes all.