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Two Sides of the Same Coin | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny Sahil | English Poetry
Two Sides of the Same Coin
Two sides of the same Coin
Are, both, Empathy and Ego,
Just as we have the “Cling- to”
And the much- needed “Let- go”.
It all derives from Care and Concern
For All, not just those we call our Own,
Those that seldom enter your mind, too
And those not even on your phone.
Time’s change is the nonchalant answer
And, you’re out- of - date if you cling to the past,
As if, Death for the ‘Modern’ stands at bay
While the Rich enjoy the repast
A word that has no link at all
With the life that once was happy,
And,a world that now has no place for itself
And people, are both nasty and snappy.
You may have both Power and Pelf
But the ‘end ‘ remains the same,
For the sword above that dangles
Will take very good care of you
In Regal splendour, or broken bangles.
Eternal is Mirage, no more
Go looking from shore to shore,
All you will find is slippery sand
Your footprints in your hand
For that’s called Destiny, my friend,
And, that’s what you are if you read this,
And, if you don’t you might well find
You’ve missed the meaning of the word,
Bliss!
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti!
May Peace Reign, not Missiles!
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By Ashok SawhnyTwo Sides of the Same Coin
Two sides of the same Coin
Are, both, Empathy and Ego,
Just as we have the “Cling- to”
And the much- needed “Let- go”.
It all derives from Care and Concern
For All, not just those we call our Own,
Those that seldom enter your mind, too
And those not even on your phone.
Time’s change is the nonchalant answer
And, you’re out- of - date if you cling to the past,
As if, Death for the ‘Modern’ stands at bay
While the Rich enjoy the repast
A word that has no link at all
With the life that once was happy,
And,a world that now has no place for itself
And people, are both nasty and snappy.
You may have both Power and Pelf
But the ‘end ‘ remains the same,
For the sword above that dangles
Will take very good care of you
In Regal splendour, or broken bangles.
Eternal is Mirage, no more
Go looking from shore to shore,
All you will find is slippery sand
Your footprints in your hand
For that’s called Destiny, my friend,
And, that’s what you are if you read this,
And, if you don’t you might well find
You’ve missed the meaning of the word,
Bliss!
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti!
May Peace Reign, not Missiles!