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Apr 2016
Futility of Futilities
useless toils all ends
Fruitless gathering
Filling up water in a basket
.
.
Soldier go
another comes again
the barrack remains still
.
.
Won't the sea be filled up
despite the constant running of
the river into it
.
.
Eyes not yet satisfied
causing the hand
Into hard labour
.
.
What had been
will always be
So nothing comes
new under heaven
.
.
Quest for popularity
Power
Prestige
All ends a grasping
for the wind
.
.
Peculiar treasures of
royal hands are
consumed and turned
under earth
.
.
Effortless chase
Vain panting
after searching all seems
taking off the creator's hand

#aftermathofthequest
#chasingwind
#outsideHiswill
#waletoke­speaks
Oasis
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Oasis  28/M/lagos
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