Glazing glory, luxurious riches and Amber mold
A town with the tales of treasure and gold
Where cars fume and around they honk
And ladies in heels chat and mock
The building that sprung to sky heights
And plates and piano that strum all night
A chandelier that dazzle and brighten their cheeks. Fetes and feasts and dancing feets
And around strolls a miser in a tattered attire. Lousy and stinky, with a groaning desire
Wines and eatery and commodious reside
Disheveled, I linger the roadside
Splendor supremo and slave's discord
He stood there questioning the exalted Lord
Yet under his bushy face and muddy hue
A wondrous sculpture could be seen through
With his hunger pangs and voracious tramp
He stages the society's satirical swamp.
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Flying fumes and dancing flames that burns the man's mantle to a molten mound and moulds into varied shape Hardened then broken and bursted to an array of patterned portraits with sprinked mesh work of Laughs and teardrops and grizzling states He runs across to emboss and immerse in paints To thread and weave and stain the lanes And when in the surging streams he lost his stay Sparkles of the night kindled his way He lived and feathered and relished his time Till his sights got condensed by a cloudy slime
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
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"He stood there questioning the exalted Lord" I used to do it too! This was so relatable!