the vain glories
of pleasure worldly
later becomes the sole worry
a sickly home renders nightmare.
the mind haplessly embrace sensuality
which confers pleasure temporal
only to mix with confused days.
the day it happens
when senses refuse to return home
the last day will it be
and the body shall lay traumatized.
lets add values of the soul
in place of sensuality
for the permanence of soul is martyred with love.
in vain this life wasted not
in hope others may see us
to thread a path of winning
with peace within and smile without.
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