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Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Four Foul-ups


Thy fear commences like a tiny spark
Stays like a gentle flame
And when the time cometh
For destiny and success
The fear rises like a fire betimes
And kindles everything in its neck of the woods

And thy greed cometh stealthily
seeming like a innocuous fly
and when the time cometh
for charity and altruism
it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes
and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods

And thy envy cometh in like a guest
takes its first step into your mind
and when the time cometh
for merriment and jubilation
the guest turns into a tyrant betimes
and takes over everything in its neck of the woods


And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement
agglomerates to create a mountain
And when the time cometh
for reality's river
the river breaches the mountain betimes
and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods



6 comments:

  1. Beautifully written and the attempt at old ENglish has a charm. Keep writing. Enjoyed it.

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    1. Excuse me for my uncalled for reply but I rather think it is more a composition than an 'attempt'.

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  2. That is perfect. Beautiful use of 'betimes' and 'in its neck of the woods' as refrain gives a unique character to the poem.

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  3. thanks a lot VST and umashankar ji.. :) keep reading!

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