All River Sage
I harbored thoughts of loving you but now,
The worldly things have stolen my attention.
The trapping of success which bestows,
A feeling of being there, love and passion
Concern me not the least. All desire
Of loving you has vanished. Every pore
Is continuously burning in the fire
Of living and thinking of you no more.
But sitting in my decorated room,
With trophies I have won, I can feel
A fearful feeling of impending doom.
And frantic spinning of the Time’s wheel.
Then feelings follow love’s backward trail
And all possessions looks so cheap and pale
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