Senryus - 5 Poem by Sandra Martyres
Senryus - 5
Sell not your poor soul
Popularity cannot
Be your only goal
Morals disappear
As wealth doth accumulate
And new friends pile on
The new Government
has too many Ministries
decisions could freeze
Chant mantras slowly
The Gods are in no hurry
To answer your prayers
Every pieces are wonderful with deep idea/message. 10 with joy.
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9/23/2024 3:34:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the last one had a sarcasm......the first one a reflection of the fasr world we live in...all the four are good