Why Gloom and Doom Only Bloom?

Worrying is my habit,

To which I am an addict,

In fearing, I am a rabbit,

As only losses I predict,

Fate alone is the culprit,

Its act who can contradict?

Eyes of mine melt like ice,

Cries my heart as hope dies,

Tries my soul to be very wise,

When I am by loss knocked,

Only to God I very soon go,

If my path is by fate blocked,

Tears become my eyes' cargo,

If in my heart, gloom is locked,

All my bliss, I so sadly forgo!

M V Venkataraman