Transitory
The inurbane world faces its fate
with malignant joy, unaware
of it being a scapegoat in the
capricious transitory thing called life.
Yet we perspicuously flatter ourselves
and gravitate to the greatness of life
till the body dissipates and soul alienates
on the all- encompassing altar of death.
9/9/2016
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2016
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