Little That Lies In Our Power
Death is not your aim, Life is not for fame
Between lines of nature’s rhyme,
Luck is not the same.
Mouth is not to mime, lust and luster’s chime
Beggar’s garb on dame,
Why the heart not flame?
Tin of humanity shame, opened loud to blame
Without having the brame,
Uttered vanity claim.
Time is not to tame, minds of ruthless lame
Do your little dime,
Not for name or acclaim.
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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