“ Merchant of Greed ” ~ the gods did fashion ~

On day six

The gods did fashion

A creature thick

They labelled man,

Save on day seven

Concept was panned,

As but a failed trick,

And forced to confess

‘Twas their worst yet,

This lowest living form

The world would get,  

And gods coined human …

 

Thus without a soul

Ingredient main

In held man’s role,

Ideated in its stead

Implanting greed

To complete its head,

Yet would err apart,

By the omit of a heart…

 

Hence till all be dust

This fashioned man,

Be a merchant of greed

Who’d forever fuss,

To feed an inexorable lust!

                                                  

                                              ~ a cry for woman to usurp,

                                                         considering man’s record ~

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“ Surprise ” ~ of any size ~

 

I’ve seen shapes

And sizes all,

That amazes

Or appals,

In a maze

Of disguise,

That be of no surprise

To best

A lesser guise,

As they traverse

Declining phases,

Thus be the cause

Of aging wise,

Once held surprise

Has less chance to survive!

“ Contentment ” ~ an enviable reality ~

I’ve so far lived

What may have been,

The in between

Something akin,

To sporadic measures

Of wistful pleasure,

Agleam wouldst seem

Alluding to contentment,

Said be for most

Achieved in but a dream…

                                                                                   

Till now were times

I anxious to find,

This world abide,

Shared altruistic life

Might yet be mine…

 

Hence set behind

A past held fast,                                                         

I’d want be blind      

To feminine acuity,                                                       

Whose wisdom such                                                                        

Would foster love,           

Thru fate’s modality

Beyond the in-between,

A relevant contentment,

Be thus an enviable reality!