An Elegy to My Pathos

Where you the river lethe flow?

In you I want myself to throw.

For once a Greek physician told;

"Past and pain in its stream are sold".

Although I'm not in front of you

But my troubled heart now seek you

It is stepped in dark miseries

In each chambers are injuries

But no medicine here to heal

With my grief to bargain and deal.

From the mouth of a depressed man

Belonged to the Dark Poet's clan

I have listened about your art

That how to relieve someone's smart.

There's a magic and divine cure

In your water for who endures.

You know, I'm in sorrow and grief,

The portion of my joy was brief.

Gone out in me, the twinkling stars

No longer I can bear these scars

Buried hopes, rotting in my heart

No longer I can smell its parts.

Now I want to wash dirty cloth

And have a jump in, to go forth

And feel myself up like a child

Who with a bite of lip not smiled.

Where are you Bacchus my dear friend?

With you a while I want to spend.

But you are not before my eyes

And I'm here under the black skies

Alone, ragged, anxious and worried

Yet with my fate fully agreed.

You know, I've a chaotic mind

With storm of sea, it is designed

Turmoil resembles to the roar

But no way it finds to the shore.

Wherever you are come with wine

Of a fine taste with drug designed

Filled up in a barrel of date

Made of plum, honey and the grape

Kept from thousand years in a rack

Safe from the touch of hand its pack.

Now pour it into the mud-bowl

'And in it let me drown my soul'.

If possible, add some more drugs

And fill once again from the mug

So that the drinking may provide

Quick relief and from pain a slide.

And banish the miserable past

Soothing me that here nothing lasts.

And once again make me a child

With a blank book to be compiled.

Where are you Venus, love goddess,

Gorgeous and Adonis' mistress?

I roam here and there as a gob

In your sea as I have no job

Except a war of mind and heart

But in battle no result starts

They attack each other with swords

But no historian this records

Both are imbrued, and blood-soaked

As with it they have been cloaked

Passersby only see and gone

And by the mess no one is drawn.

Wherever you are, come alone

And make a treaty from your throne

Of peace, amity and friendship

In kingdom of these two kinships.

Then get me out of stifled moan

On my face that is never shown

By telling the tale of your past

That in love everyone gets hurt

For this, you put a curse on love

'False, fickle and fraud or above'

As a result the true lovers

Of transient world only suffer.

Now, Venus you are before me

Hence towards you a humble plea;

"Another curse not to fall in

A desease that always ruins".

These are only myth not the truth

A way to run my pathos smooth.