Lives not to impress any
So do the singing birds,
or the busy ants & spiders
Here comes a man calculating his moves
Actions arising to impress another
Life reduced to a gamble
Ah! he is blinded
The words we speak,
The clothes we display
Our very gait we carry,
All to impress upon another !
Claiming that 'Love' we show
Is all but a drama
To sell an idea thus -
'Hey, look, I'm a good person'
Fall not for flattery
Make no room for flattering too
For, artificial gets our life
& Quick does the Sun set down !!
Awsome. Appreciate more poems going ahead.
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