If Cherries Had A Skin Of Glass Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If it came with a skin bright like glass,
This world that goes for gloss,
That gives value a toss,
Haply would eat even lowly grass.
Choice grinds up man's worst greed,
One, choice-less goes for need,
Man's no time for a peep,
Why beauty is skin deep,
Gold impels brass to base metal's class.
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This piece is in anapaest meter.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 09.07.18 |