Saturday, February 18, 2012

Quintessentially human

Every whiff of air
Breezes with flair
About the human affair
That has become a funfair.
Quintessentially human
As proverbial children
We allow blazing greed
To sway us away with blatant lies.
Short-lived moments of joy,
Is but a trail covered with brown leaves
And, ashes of ignominy soils the soul
With greed breeds the clutching terror
We die a death scarier, the fated tale of many.

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  1. Interesting construction of the poem that begins with rhyme and then moves from such harmony to the harshness of life. Well done!

  2. Just breezy to breathless! Excellent narrative.

  3. Too hard for me to digest ! The reality ...