A tryst with misery By R.Krishnamurthy

How can I overcome my misery
How I can tell you my sad story
There’s no one to listen to me
I can get solace from poetry

I am not a millionaire to be busy
But I don’t want to be lazy
I can’t make a sport as my career
I realize walking has no barrier

I don’t have the intellect for a book
Analyzing it is a herculean task
But I read a newspaper as a habit
Suddenly I realize I am very smart

Now there’s a change of scenario
My habits have turned me into a hero
At every corner there is someone to greet
Without my asking, somebody gives me a lift.