When "Ayenik" the hermit
Travelled towards the pilgrimage,
Heard he nothing except the praises
Of gods and other sages.
However, the praises got silent,
As he neared another townshire;
There, people were only talking,
Of money and their desire.
For the hand that writes this poem;
Every town and city marks its own;
Where materialities are famous,
And god is unknown!
©sim
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
When "Ayenik" the hermit
Travelled towards the pilgrimage,
Heard he nothing except the praises
Of gods and other sages.
However, the praises got silent,
As he neared another townshire;
There, people were only talking,
Of money and their desire.
For the hand that writes this poem;
Every town and city marks its own;
Where materialities are famous,
And god is unknown!
©sim
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