By Neba-Fuh
Endless desire to achieve,
Ceaseless ambition to deceive,
Mortals clasp them all,
Thinking harmonium resides in inert fabrics.
Here lies an 'immortal'!
Brethren claim he rested a joyous man,
An achiever, wasn't he ?
Yeah he was! Attested fine product from a western-styled academia,
Barcelona-styled villas, fleet of Ford's automobiles,
All he possessed.
Oh no! We know not him -not even any.
Joyous man? happy man? Sad man? Miserable man?
Physical expressions seldom portray intrinsic values.
Perpetual aspiration of human fabrics,
Aiming to catch the glimpse of perfection,
Aiming to catch the glimpse of perfection,
Obligatory or facultative,
we know not.
But what is sure is:
But what is sure is:
All work left undone must be finished,
Here or beyond.
Dead men bite not, though they live on.
Dead men bite not, though they live on.
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