Shanika marini Paul
Envy - Poem by Shanika marini Paul
Green eyed ivy thy tendrils cling,
On every strength of the strongest tree,
Ah! but thou waketh only thy grave,
For the strength of the tree never waves
Dark eyed envy thou creepeth like a thief
Disguised as my friend whom I love and now I weep,
Hath thou forgotten thy weak clenching soul.
For it is thy weak root that mars your goal.
Evil thou art made to perish.
The souls that God sent talented to cherish
Ah! thy purpose is so sweet
When thou smiles it maketh me weep
Knoweth do I thy plan foolish one,
Yet! aid thee hoping good will outrun,
Pity thee do I
thou art forgotten
That you and I must soo hear the knelling bells
Dust thou art created, dust thou must return
For the creator doth judge the pendulum's watch
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
Grad ALLI U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
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