Poetry Is My First And Last Resort! Poem by Ramesh T A

Like angry elephant wrecking havoc in the dense forest,
Now natural disasters are making colossal damages
Not only in one or two places but also in some nations;
World is caught directly by the wrath of weather blues!

Like a bolt from the blue, thunder strikes and damages all;
Even my Computer Wi Fi stopped working for many days;
After service is made, now I am attending to my life work;
At the fag end of life, I am indulging in my favourite work!

Due to joint family obligations I have been involved in works
Beyond my self to dismantle and happily engage with Poetry,
I have been working and working for all collective benefits;
Now after all are separated, I am doing my best in writing Poetry!

Poetry is my first and last resort at the fag end of my life in world;
I wish to continue in this vein till I breathe my last one day or other!