Why Do You Wail O Heart?

Behold! This heart is plagued, appalled, and bruised! 

Masquerading, they sheathe the trials and triumphs of my creed,

Unsung are the deeds and throttled my excruciating need,

 Incessantly and viciously I'm slandered and abused.

Ablaze with indignation, their jaundiced eyes leave me indisposed.

Since ages, this talent, hankering for incentives, lies as a latent seed.

Its potency is restrained and decreed, it wails wanting some heed.

The heart in agony laments, now the torment can't be eternally endured.

He sent you onstage with a stout flair and hoards of hopes,

Persevere and perform, the undaunted He's your admirer and spectator.

Crib not, cry not, resent further not as your time is too short.

Envisioning your mantle reaching the pinnacle, His blessings on you constantly He bestows.

With Him beside, nothing exists that you can't devour and resist. Do you still fancy for furthermore? 

Lest sit on the grave repenting, escorted by grit with this too you could've fought.