Seven Friends
Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your path, blind
Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights are on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard
When that vile serpent slips into the grass
They ground you and flee with your fortune
And don’t dither to laugh at your traipse
This time loudmouthed, with obscene lampoon
Thus passes easily, your ill-gotten buck
To another waiting ill-minded crook!!
Fancy vehicles of vicissitudes
Vanish like smoke, when blow more knavish winds!!!
Come on! Join our clan of pedestrians
I have just seven friends; no slaves, to claim
When I fall in my walk, they raise me anon
When I bow they bless; when I rile they tame
They share my tears and triumph; dream and feel
With spirit, unconditional and earnest
Giving me grit, morale and might to battle
Against the fetters, this life puts me to test
When dead, on that fateful date, I’m sure
They take me, over their shoulders, with honor
Tenderly, not to hurt my both remains, with care
And affably reach me safe, those heaven’s doors
(Seven friends stand for seven virtues, viz. faith, hope, charity, justice, prudence, temperance and fortitude)
Copyright © Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana | Year Posted 2012
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