Self-confidence
And arrogance
Are twin brothers
Hate one another

Don’t we all incline
To pass the thin line
Between a true belief
And a misleading relief

When you feed your mind
Through eyes, ears and so on
You’re setting its new limits
Whether of service or illicit

Being short of
A healthy breath
Is the footfall of
Impending death

All I want is one more chance
To live my life from scratch

I know that the time
Will ultimately come
When we “all” feel
The butterfly’s ordeal
When we “all” grieve
For a dying old tree
Let alone the men
Things will be different then
Happiness, rather than a goal
Will be the mood of every soul

Since we just can’t
See the plain truths
We, ourselves plant
Trees of bitter fruits