Friday, January 9, 2009


Man chase many an aspiration
And God decrees as He wishes;
Ivory towers build in the mind
Are shattered to smithereens;
Sweetest dreams diffuse in the tears.

When we get a flower,
We desire for a garden,
Full of dazzling blossoms.
When we accomplish that garden,
We aspire to have the whole
Of spring for us.
Thus blossoms thousands of
Dreams in the mind, that finally
Wither, in the desolate forest of death.

Is it feasible that gold can
Blot out tears from the heart?
Can it drive away the agony in the soul?
Could any treasure, earned
With out the sweat of the brow,
And blood, last permanently
In life with anyone?
Man proposes and God disposes.

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