The Mental Malaise

                      Suffused with wonderment, bubbling with curiosity, eager to know “Why”,

                      Childhood was spent in the quest for knowledge when years seemed to fly,  

                      I learnt to speak, to write, to walk, becoming adept in many an intricate art,  

                       I learnt Geography, Geometry, Chemistry too and literary verses by heart.

  

                       My charged fertile brain is now futile, despite the gift I had once got,

                       Now bitter against the world, I am resigned to disintegrate and rot! 

                       Happiness would gush out then, like the crystal water from a spring,

                       Noticing a rainbow in the sky, or watching baby birdies taking wing.

                       But now oblivious to the birds that chirp, or to the whispering of the tree

                       Wonders of the world I mindlessly reject, their attraction is now lost on me.

                       Life has become drab and sore, with nothing to look forward to anymore;

                       The wondrous ecstasy of life is past; future has little enchantment in store.

 

                       If I could open up once more the rusted portals of my fossilised mind 

                       And let refreshing breeze sanitize it then renewed interest I could find 

                        For an exuberant meaningful life, with an ever surging desire to give;

                        It would be absolute unalloyed happiness, a justifiable reason to live.

                        If I could now discard the debilitating entrenched mental malaise, 

                        Life could be a vibrant zestful voyage rest of the future ensuing days.         

                        It’s in the mind how we react, as our thoughts make us what we are.

                        Instead of being resigned to our pitiable lot, we must aim for the star.