Alone I sat in the garden of thought;
With my intestines I'm battling out words;
Troubling my brain at its resting slot;
about this so-called mystic world:
It has no horns but knocks one down;
Many monarchs had before it bow(d);
A pool of deception it is,in it some had drown(d):
Yet we chase after it like clowns:
It beguiles humans with its fairest nature;
A foe it is,a creature too cruel:
We got captivated by its gaudy herald;
And in an unknown pitch we found ourselves dwell(ing):
By it venom many have got stung;
Yet,they couldn't discover where things had gone wrong;
Hard they strive,but little they earn;
The race of life has no medal or gong:
Many a people manouvre to thrive in life;
abortive all their effort have proved;
While some are merrying on what they work not for;
They see themselves as wise while others are fops:
O you rich! forget not!
Your today's mansion and beauty fields:
Your recent cars,so gazed on now;
Will be a tatter'd ****,of small worth held:
Then you shall be ask'd where all your wealth lies;
Where all the endearment of your ***** days;
All you gathered your entire life shall become old;
When their possessor has become odd:
Why do we got beguiled by it that flattens?
When we know that worldly ornaments are narcissism;
All these were running through my mind;
When I was alone in the garden of thought:
#EL_CALIPHA