The Wise Man
Oh wise man,
The furrws on your forehead
Say you cultivated
your years
And harvedted excellent fruits
You used your moments to distill
Life's problems,that turned your hair gray
Your eyes are sunken deep ,why?
Sharp realites pushed back them,that's why?
Tell me why the rich in golden couch lie
The poor die many times before they die?
"Boy,Wealth is a gift given by God
To share with the poor, not to hoard
The stars shine like glow worms at night
My intellect fails,canyou give a reason bright?
"This is a clear sighn of extra mundane life
Then to argue otherwise never take your knife!
Are we masters of our own fate
Or dumb driven by it like a beast?
Fate is like two strings of a thread
One is in our hand,one in the hand of God
Copyright © Rahman Mk | Year Posted 2018
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