AUGUST MORNING REVELATION
On this rainy august morning
a feeling of revelation came to me...
I realized that we are privileged
for having a festive table that feeds us,
while many have bashful table who complains
Why do we have different clothes
to select while so many dress
the same worn shroud every day... ?
or leather clothing
of the own body without any cleanliness...!
So at the finale of the journey, we sleep
the pseudo sleep of the pure and rewarded
we dream that we are gods...
While so many, simply
faint or die... !
Copyright © ALKAS POETRY | Year Posted 2021
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