Dark poet hardly blooms casual verses
Except as triumph of fate and purblind
Casualty like sun and moon happening.
A young man has double vision trouble.
Dark poet chuckles in a private boudoir,
His sun and moon chuckling a casualty.
Everything is such casualty like unhope,
A casual process of a systematic reverse
Of hope ,springing not causally in heart.
Your pain in the butt is a random thing
And no god chuckles in private triumph.
Don’t you put blame at some one’s door.
Double vision is meant to confuse eyes,
Not a causal phenomenon but casualty.
Shit can hit anybody, anytime, any nose.
(The words Unhope and Unbloom occur in Thomas Hardy’s unhappy poems In Tenebris and Hap respectively)