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The Last Epistle
The Last Epistle:
Life is a kismit, paved with hope and dream,
A realism for to guffaw and to scream.
Inhabitably the coetaneous world of ups and down.
And then we adieu with discrepancy and frown.
We dream big to engender our future better,
But we adieu with our life's ulterior letter.
Indeed we are just a fleeting brutish guest,
Finally to lie unsatisfied with our eternal rest.
Life is a journey of abhorrence and greed.
Some sows good and some sows bad seed.
We hanker for ceaseless rapacity till evening sunset,
Conclusively with twilight we capitulate to death net.
Life is a tide overwhelming our divine path,
Forgetting our benevolence when we rule the Earth.
We dwell this euphoric world and then we shatter,
Irrevocably we void with life's eternal last letter.
By B. B. Subba
© ©@bbsubba2020
Life is a kismit, paved with hope and dream,
A realism for to guffaw and to scream.
Inhabitably the coetaneous world of ups and down.
And then we adieu with discrepancy and frown.
We dream big to engender our future better,
But we adieu with our life's ulterior letter.
Indeed we are just a fleeting brutish guest,
Finally to lie unsatisfied with our eternal rest.
Life is a journey of abhorrence and greed.
Some sows good and some sows bad seed.
We hanker for ceaseless rapacity till evening sunset,
Conclusively with twilight we capitulate to death net.
Life is a tide overwhelming our divine path,
Forgetting our benevolence when we rule the Earth.
We dwell this euphoric world and then we shatter,
Irrevocably we void with life's eternal last letter.
By B. B. Subba
© ©@bbsubba2020
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