What Satisfyeth Man?
© Kapsata

Thy feet have trekked every place.
Peaks, Valleys, Palaces,
Thy eyes have feasted all.
Whether the Choicest of Arab Wonders,
Or the paradise the sea shores could offer you.
But still a longing inside
Couldn't be shattered by these.

Perhaps a Penny?
But lack has never visited thine pockets before.
Standing by the Babylon's Way,
Are thine Fountains.
Flowing like the waters of Jordan,
Yes! they ceaseth not Watering thy Wallet.
Whence then didst corvetting find its way in thee?

In an attempt to grip more,
Thou have turned many...