Luxuries are much more sought,
Than comforts and necessities of life,
By people crazy after glamorous life,
But, when calamities befall them,
They are plagued for the wealth...
..they have amassed by evil means,
By denying peace and joy to their soul,
Look at the glamour of peacock,
How beautiful is its tail!
Awfully spectacular!
But as a hunter comes to snatch...
..his golden feathers and plume,
The gorgeous tail weighs him down,
And makes him an easy prey...
...to the merciless hunter.
Mykoul
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