Newsletter subscribe

Literature, Poetry

Coinage

Posted: November 26, 2018 at 6:44 pm   /   by   /   comments (0)

The world is a stage
And we are just the coinage
Of flesh, bones, hair, skeleton
Blood, water and a tinge of humanity.

We are
Sane in insanity
Humble in vanity
Sacred in profanity.

We are
Stupid with conscience
Sentient with blindness
Cruel with compassion.

We are
More human in errors
More stupid in arrogance
More beautiful in humility
More conscientious in distress.

We are
Malleable coinage
With boundless prowess
To be formed, deformed
To be created, recreated
Into wandering shapes of obscure men.

26 November 2018
Akran, Savar, Dhaka

Comments (0)

write a comment

Comment
Name E-mail Website

 

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This

Share This

Share this post with your friends!