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A Silver Ashtray
Behind the curtain, is a power might.
Ones who can't see it with eyes are blind.
For Few Friends, Faith is to pretend.
Why doubt Him; before whom you bend?
I felt brawny, swimming with the paper fish,
Then He called me, who served me my dish.
Overlooked my crimes, gave a big rhetoric
While I was arranging chairs on the Titanic.
Then He taught me, a dark black Swan
The courtesans pretend, don't really love the man.
But weeks have passed, the Man didn't visit.
Nights have passed, since I counted the digit.
Today, let's say my hair turn grey,
I portray just all to dismay.
Gathering ashes all life, just to decay
What Am I?
A courtesan's silver ashtray.
© Himanshu Kapila
Ones who can't see it with eyes are blind.
For Few Friends, Faith is to pretend.
Why doubt Him; before whom you bend?
I felt brawny, swimming with the paper fish,
Then He called me, who served me my dish.
Overlooked my crimes, gave a big rhetoric
While I was arranging chairs on the Titanic.
Then He taught me, a dark black Swan
The courtesans pretend, don't really love the man.
But weeks have passed, the Man didn't visit.
Nights have passed, since I counted the digit.
Today, let's say my hair turn grey,
I portray just all to dismay.
Gathering ashes all life, just to decay
What Am I?
A courtesan's silver ashtray.
© Himanshu Kapila
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