Perhaps ...
I look aroundSee vanity profound
The seemingly vainest of them
Are closest to ground
Their thoughts are crass
Never will they let pass
Any opportunity to
Be harassed and to harass
They search for vistas and venue
Old and new
The never ending endeavour
For habits are hard to bid adieu
A worthless life
Lived on a double-edged knife
Meaningless if it ends
Better deprived, than rife
Resign, if you must
To desire and lust
Rather try and feel the ecstasy of what lies
Within the upper crust
Deeds superficial
Expressions facial
Deceive, they might
But not actions filial
Decide not worth
On whims and mirth
What we portray
Is upbringing and birth
Must you always doubt
In rain and drought
The integrity of the righteous
Always brought about
On the spur of the moment
Your faith did but relent
Such oft repeated imprudence leaves
An everlasting dent
Identify the situation
On notion and intuition
Since closing your eyes
Offers no solution
posted by Swetank Gupta @ 4:15 pm
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