Power and destiny nabbed him
He gave in before the handcuff.
Trampled his own image.
Gave up his own highest power,
He lost his physical and psychological
Treasures.
Recieved his handcuff with
Humble face;
Brightness and vainglory vanished
From him.
His affluence was devastated
But didn't take any atonement
And did not go for a purgative.
His face and heart were not humbled.
He couldn't tame his cruelty.
He has no wisdom about last
Verdict.
- Author: cyriac maliakkal ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2023 12:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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