Vanity Poem by sulaimon luqmon

* I keep money as if I will
not die

I built house forgetting
dat d world is just like d
home of a spider

Where it is build with
stress & was later
destroy with broom

I kept maintaining my
body with creams
4getting all is dust

Forgotten all wil be
eaten by termites.

* I kept running 4rm sea
to mountain in search
of riches

But forgotten I wil end
up in my grave one day

Forgetting my creator &
keep chasing after
worldly things

Forgotten that this
world is infinity upon
vanity.