The Disappointment Of Poetry Poem by Zamir Osorov

Alas, poetry has born
as a mark of failure,
when you lost hope
and last chance
find something really dear
for you and sacred.

But when you lost any hope
for the good and marvel,
seems in such instant
fortune turns wheel towards you
and descends staircase from heaven.

Poets well informed about such terms of rule,
and for surviving they are loved
look unhappy and misery,
hoping caught the bird of happiness
out of blue,
appealing to her mercy
and trying play trick with her.

But soul of bird beautiful and proud,
jealous, witty and merciless.
You could not fraud her
for a little, for a jot.
You are willing only gone to eternity
through pains, suffers, troubles - real and great,
poured upon you excessively
in exeptional rate,
while you reach high level and grade
at such strangely univercity.