Death the Leveller
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Death the Leveller
Icy are the palms of your hands,
You know neither enemies, nor friends,
You are the callous leveller
Of every living traveller.
Whether humble vassals or kings,
Whether abbots or emperors
All yield at the fence of your ring
All bow to your fearful terror.
You respect neither caste, nor creed,
You respect neither wealth, nor rank,
You respect neither age nor deed,
Everyone you pinch in his flank.
You proclaim yourself as victor
And as your kingdom`s emperor,
You roll terror on mortal`s mind
As you bring bodies to a grind.
But can you level a man`s soul
That is immortal, invisible,
Spirited and immutable
And aims to reach the Divine Whole!
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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