Vain Desires
I watch people madly after world,
Consuming their lives gorgeously,
Lusting after material things,
To satisfy their lustful desires,
Plunging into deeper ravines,
Falling in despair and dejection,
They can never get all they want,
Vainly they torture their soul,
For one earthly pleasure do they,
Suffer enormously torments of hell,
Powdering themselves constantly - Under the heavy moving millstone,
Such people are like the wolves -
Frantically jumping to the moon,
And then falling to the ground dead,
How madly they are chasing the shadows!
I feel for them all day and night,
And cannot hold the flow of tears.
Mykoul
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