Cushions

Each one has got a set of grouse
Against people, events and rules.
Natural justice is elusive.
Curses are the alternatives.

Each one would compare and compete
To end up being dejected.
His solace is assessing lapses
From those better placed than him.

Each one consoles himself feeling
That he is still good in some respects
And waits for others’ downfall
Cursing for the self denial.

Each one resigns himself to the fact
That life is not fair to all and
That existence works in a mystery.
Fate and luck are the assigned roles.

Each one is helpless about future,
Taking credit for the success
And blaming others for failures.
Regrets and curses are cushions.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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