WHIMSICAL OAF

Chasing multitude of whims,

Forgotten was life's maxim,

Caught up in whirlpool of wishes,

Dreams of 'hits' turned in to 'misses'

Ran after whims like a raging bull,

Neither got happiness nor pockets got full,

Willingly, over eyes, put the wool,

Neither got peace not any thrill.

Ran after whims,  got hit.. 'wham',

Always got stuck in a jam,

Many times duped by scams,

A whimsical oaf that's what I am.

Wearing the float of whim,

Through life's ocean tried to swim,

Chances of crossing it was so slim,

Alas! soul chanted melancholic hymn.

A victim of caprices of earthly tides,

Always people have taken me for rides,

Towards the gate of hell, started to slide,

Oh, merciful God!, be my guide.

 

© K.Radhakrishnan