january
Hamlets mother ....
I am a troubled heart...
I am a troubled heart,
my whole life has been
marooned ship , nothing
but agiations, brewing from afar;
at such times, i am taught to be strong
surrender to the will of Almighty,
all knowing and all seeing.
Patience is the rod helped me
steering through in troubled waters;
Art and Life and Books and literature-
all see the troubled hearts, where do
they come from and what is the threrapy?
Intropection and rumination - twin routes
guide me through - still the way is not clear;
Days roll on fast, time testing every move,
but answer lies in Hope and Faith,
i am sure, these two will not belie -
monsters will not trouble us any longer
with their troubled hearts.
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