Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion
Oblivious stood erected in disdain
Persian turquoise, Indian indigo…
You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys
Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride
Relishing my pristine appearance, while
Scorning others, self gloating was my sin
Sure of my fate, to be embellished at
reception decor Of heavenly virgin bride,
I Spoke meticulously the tongue of vanity,
My artisan a blind simpleton
Crafted me with great virtuosity
A connoisseur of colors, arranged
Silk flowers with tears filled with pity
But I basking in the glory of self adulation
Elated, high browned looked down on him.
On other customary bunches, turn after turn
Dates after dates, final day arrived wrapped in laced
White Upholstery, escorted in a black Lemo
to a town of a black widows, shrieking wailing
unwelcomed my arrival, roughly handled and bruised
was placed on a coffin of one senile old man, whose
only act of courage was a piece of land where he
was to buried.
What a beautiful post.
Thanks a lot Joey, I am glad you liked it.
Thanks, Joey for your comment, I truly appreciate it,
What an amazing write. The depth, the satire and the reality it hit me hard. Oh by the way your command on English is beyond beautiful
Thanks Shantanu, I do try to revise my work If I can. Thanks for your comment!
My pleasure always
Amazing poem 😊
Thanks a lot my dear 🙂 truly appreciate it!
Truly original, beautiful colors and shades – from light to darkness- well done – it caught my eye instantly.
Thanks a lot Kareem, I’m glad you liked it, Pride has a fall isn’t? Truly appreciate your insight🙏
Indeed ! My pleasure ! 👍