Six Feet


In his macho youth

He wanted to seek out

The unfulfilled fulfilments

Walked bare feet on the prairies and landscapes

 

Sweltering heat, blowy air, torrent or twisters

Scarcely could scare him

And his glorious self could game

The land of his needs

 

Ambitious he with the greed

The long haul from the Earth to the Moon

To gratify the concocted desires

The land of his needs

 

Chasing the unchased mirage

Feet bruised with age

Lavish land but where to take

Six feet, the credit he will take

 

 

 


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