Riches& Wretches Poem by Moushumi moushumi
Riches& Wretches
So little we know
So much we pretend
After a moment’s impulse-
We conclude a total mass-
In a definite pattern; in a missal
Lying as a dry barren land,
withholding pangs or a hurtful dust
Smoking the big blossom heart.
It’s nothing to worry about.
So terrible- death like blow.
Nothing to boast of riches
once cared the extreme glow.
so much gathered.
so much dispersed.
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4/25/2024 3:21:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fleeting are riches at times bringing wretched life to the greedy!