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