Unhappy
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Happiness shouldn't ever come to me,
It always leaves me alas,
Why should the transient,
Rob me at last.
Sadness is perpetual;
It always stands,
Next to me holding my hand,
As my guard, it stands.
Loyal strong always sure,
Guarding its victim,
From shore to shore,
I have no power for sure.
No need to guard me,
I can't ever escape,
I have lost all hope,
You shall be with me at last
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