Thought Poem by Nicholas Lim
Thought
The flames consume the green fields,
setting the land ablaze.
Destroying the crops of summer’s yields,
under the heavenly gaze.
The crops within a store amount,
life depends for better.
For sake of hoarding store abound,
goes all naught for the Debtor.
Within the life of me I see,
treasures and piles of wealth,
In the midst of Insanity,
I lost Myself.
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