Poetry Is My Last Resort! Poem by Ramesh T A

Sans failure troubles come to disturb the work I do with much interest;
Suddenly I have to go to a city from the town to attend some functions;
It is an obligation I cannot avoid minding my work allowed by God as last chance;
All stored up ideas, feelings and thoughts I got time to express now only!

This is called irony of fate that tries to the last to put drive me to the corner
As in the Chess game done to the King unable to move to safer position to win;
How many days it will take for my return to my paradise to sing as free bird;
My prime time is over in life but this rare opportunity how can I miss finally?

Do or die is said to soldiers to fight and win in the final battle to save nation;
But in my case I am left to somehow write all I can before die in the coming days or later;
This is for compensating for all the chances I have missed due to fate in my life;
Yet, I feel if I try a little longer, I am sure I will win in the battle to breathe my last in peace!

Before the end one has to do something worthwhile to establish one's name;
My Poetry is the last resort for me to save my reputation and show my caliber!