As Passimist Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
As Passimist
Totally uncertain
Unpredictable to retain
But can't help as matter of fact
I am weak person to act
Despite all these
I miss
Real chance
For at once
I take time to decide
But divide
On positive action
That forces me for decision
I find ready excuses
And refuse
The tears to fall
To the worst call
I am great artist too
And pessimist
Who always thinks of misfortune?
But really has enough of fortune
I fear
It may disappear
One very fine morning
Leaving me behind yearning
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Kathleen Luntao Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem Sir Hasmukh. Why am I a pessimist? I ask myself each day. I was born out of love My parents brought me up full of enthusiasm. But negative spasm Stole positive's thunder When my beloved cat Died of cancer The once optimistic lady. Became dour and gloomy.