Thursday, December 10, 2009

Balance

Some days are hot and some are cold,
Some men are frail, while some are bold
Some goods are stored, some others sold
Some stories secret, the others told.
Women clad in clothes, manifold
Styles come new, or outdated old.
Baubles in silver, baubles in gold
Baubles from metal, baubles from mould
Wealth locked up, and wealth doled
Broken relations, relations in hold
World in balance, equanimity supreme
Bitterness epitome, reality may seem
Joy and sorrow, in harmony be
Concoction of life- their equality.



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