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Suppression and Oppression of Depression/ 31/03/1999

mvvenkataramanmvvenkataraman April 12, 2023
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Have I become a real lunatic

Just because my mind is poetic?

If my schedule becomes hectic,

My brain's act won't be chaotic.

In life, nicely I am not able settle,

My mind is waging ever a battle,

I get sleep that is extremely little,

I am ineligible for the Nobel-title.

I may be, in a way, highly lettered,

But, my ambition stands shattered.

By sad ideas, I am badly battered,

Toward me, why is God embittered?

By sharp thorns, my path is decorated,

From normal persons, I am segregated,

By insomnia, my agony is aggravated,

I don't know for sure why I was created.

Into a mad man, I am by time converted,

Foolish love-affairs, I could have averted,

By peace of mind, I am casually deserted,

Have I become dangerously perverted?

I loved to become a superstar,

With destiny, I waged a war,

My mental injury has left a scar,

Toward me, so unkind, Gods are.

Death alone is the best remedy,

Which will solve my life's tragedy,

To die, I am ever with mirth ready,

To end good souls, God is speedy.

Toward me, can't God be kind and lenient?

For decades, I have been a mental patient.

Aren't the consumed medicines sufficient?

Or in positive thoughts, am I not efficient?

To have sleep, if my eyes I close,

Away from me, peace soon goes,

What a threat sad ideas impose?

To die, to God, I firmly propose.

To die, I am surely destined,

Now, to hell, I am confined,

By God, my sleep is detained,

This is what I have opined.

M V Venkataraman

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