SELF PITY
Sometimes, when blue I feel; in self pity to wallow, I too like.
Know this I; it is not correct to develop such a psyche;
But helpless and hapless when I do feel, scream I wish to on a mike!
Patience, trust, prayers, seem to fail; faith waivers; and most importantly, you are not there.
Not there for me to cry upon, neither your shoulder nor lap are there;
Support I have none, neither does anyone for a self pitying person care!
But desperately need I your hand, that hold me tenderly will;
Strong for ever, be I cannot; I too need your strong arms, to my problems deal.
I no longer can put up a face brave; my state of self pity, I can no longer conceal.
AF Dastur
