In assorted hues till endless is broken,
A mortal mind wishful and boundless
Will as ripples circling on the deepest water,
Awakens joy - furies in trends so ageless
Until deaths’ encrustation suppress.
Endless thoughts ebbs mental captivity,
There vast of flairs, it owns real complex.
Which then, for aye will aid every activity
Let lots to pass, preserve identity in treks
Salvation will be from cramps of vanity.
Only 17, I craved to indite volumes and stack
Inspired by tastes, belittling peers - I hoped:
A distant prospect, won't be brutal to crack
True delight is believing self, must toil as mad
Until mortal thoughts join eternity and stack
Thoughts, so supple and wide, spew the nasty.
Copyright © Nash Maramba | Year Posted 2019
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