A meeting with luck and a poet

A meeting with luck and a poet It was an evening at my room it appeared as a God and wept for it's past I've asked who is it? and why such laugh? It kept silent and shedded it's tears Though it seems as rich and delightful but it's face is dark and poor I asked what for it came to me and what i will have to for it? With a gasping and slurring voice It brakes it's silence and told sorry!my man up to your fortyfive I did nothing to you toheal my wounded guilty heart I come here todo some favour to you I laughed and told sorry you are unfortunate and you can do nothing for me cause I am a poet more than you and apartfrom all fortunes and unfortunes With a black dissoppointed face It vanished from there SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN