Doomsday. Poem by vaibhav vizard
Doomsday.
Being beautiful is irksome,
being dutiful is durable,
being decent is dangerous,
being dauntless is advisable.
Problem is what we make,
solution is what we take,
and if it is for our sake,
then we used to escape.
Remain in gay,
can make us dismay,
need an affray,
to quench our day.
Today water is rare,
and blood is common,
to rehabilitate humanity,
will be heinous to summon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/28/2024 10:19:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
