Author Lalleshwari There is a yawning pit underneath you, and you are dancing overhead. Pray, Sir, how can you bring yourself to dance? See, the riches you are amassing here, nothing of them will go with you. Pray, Sir, how can you relish your food and drink? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments