Everybody Has His Yesterday Written Down


The rose fills the air with fragrance,

The skunk pushes out a stinking nuisance,

Immersing in the rose’s pleasant scent,

That nasty spout is an irrelevant attempt.


The willed mind seeks happiness and knowledge,

The fox’s green eyes prey on the nonsense garbage.

The fulfilment looks down the lowlife,

Why do you sneak around throwing knife?


Righteous deeds are in the helping hand of God,

Wrong conducts come from the evil’s seedpod.

What goes around comes around,

Everybody has his yesterday written down.


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