The Appeasing of an Emotionally Volatile Poet

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga

Heartache - my old friend 

When will this series of utter tribulations end? 

I feel as though I'm standing at the edge of a cliff  looking down 

Wondering whether it's worth to go on anymore because  all I feel like is a clown 

Who's been crowned the head of the circus  

Who simply amuses those around sans any real purpose. 

Am I never to find affection and tenderness in all this  world gigantic? 

Will I have to strive yet again to make my heart stone coldly titanic? 

Or shall you one day, recompense me with a love so  genuine and indestructible 

With a counterpart whose soul neither mortal nor  immortal can render corruptible 

Then all at once, Liz is on Top of the World - 

Feeling like she's reached a state of tranquil  unperturbed; 

Feeling as free and as unfettered as a midget of a  bird; 

Feeling like nothing ever could go wrong as long as  she's heard.

Dearest Lizzy - 

don't you tend to feel oh so dizzy 

At as high an altitude, amongst the empyrean clouds They're covering you like they would a lifeless shroud; Come down, Lizzie, you need some rest - 

"But how long I stay up here shall be my ultimate  test."

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga