man, Oh! MAN
I, Me, Myself
Still,
a stranger to oneself
cries, he CRIES
Understands me no one
But,
inner search never begun
runs, tiring RUNS
after fame and fortune
Forgets,
to sing to nature's tune
figts, bloody FIGHTS
for a land thousand square feet
Sleeps,
on a bed twenty square feet.
possessions, many POSSESSIONS
clinging on to the chest
Goes,
empty handed when put to rest.
2 comments:
Wonderful yaar..... a fact... everyone knows.... yet ignored ..... but at this time... so nicely expressed... keep it up...
Beautiful write..
"fights, bloody FIGHTS
for a land thousand square feet
Sleeps,
on a bed twenty square feet."
Loved these lines. Keep up the great work!
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