Poem 125 : Freshness and Contamination
Freshness and Contamination
- T ABRAHAM
Pleasant fragrance all around,
Flowering all over the ground,
The fragrance going in and out,
No evil nor any doubt.
The face with smile is true,
The smiling faces are false,
Few in number but true,
Available in plenitude and false,
False ruling over truth,
Truth lying underneath.
The days change into night,
The nights change into day.
One day or one night,
Day one or last night,
The smiling faces shrink,
Shrinks and frowns a lot,
From smile to frown they rot,
When none would have thought,
Darkest of times and years,
Brings in a lot of tears and fears,
The freshness contaminated,
The beauty in it's reality,
To reveal the true eternity.
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