Friday, December 3, 2010

The permanence in impermanence

Born as we are, to the death we shall succumb
Yet we live a life as if death we shall never see

In the men's garden, grows the seed of wealth
Trees of envy and fruits of fame
Only to make a glorified death at the end

The rich that beats the success drums
And the poor that begs to live
A day, the death shall level them both!!!