O dear success, thou art seem sweet,
Man strives and toils, all in desire to meet.
O dear success, thou art protest,
Man falls and bows, at thine conquest.
O dear sweet success, man art in envy,
Man's life, in turmoil and in frenzy,
Aspiring and relinquishing,
...so to be at thine mercy.
O dear sweet sweet success,
Man's lot is cursed or blessed,
Living in this nest of unrest,
Hoarding more than one could ingest.
Is it a dream to be pursued?
Is it a pang of the old?
Is it Nature's grant of gold?
Or is it just...
A wish gone cold?
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
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definitely this is a good one, i like it, Jeet. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThanks! This really inspires me to write more!
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