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POETS ARE PUPPETS OF MOODS
written by: K. RADHAKRISHNAN
It swings and then leaps,
Soaring so high, it touches the peaks,
Suddenly it plunges to hit rock bottom,
To handle it is a real problem.
Mercurial fluctuations in a single day,
Changes suddenly from violet to gray,
Leaping from the hideous low lands of despair,
It takes a brief break to flirt in Mayfair!!
It ebbs and flows like a tidal wave,
Aided by my bi-polar mind, I am its slave,
Just a momentary rivalry and rave,
Next moment it shows me my grave.
At times melancholic and morose,
Then it is feisty and fierce,
But it remains always passionate,
Even when I face many problems in spates.
I paint my words as my mood commands,
About mirth or misery as my mood demands,
My moods are in motion, never under remands,
Poets are puppets of mood, just understand.