The Lap of Luxury

A sweet singing simpleton sounds with a seismic shock
that makes gentle breeze zaps zealously a man like Zeus.
A fictitious fun from a friend, the folklores and facts enfold
the sight to my Beloved eyes.

I feel lonely even though He abide closely by my side.
I suffer plainly like one that lives on an Arctic ice.
The heaviness of my head is due to the conditions in pile.
“Nothing goes for nothing”; a slogan or a myth?
Even a new born baby is weary from the burdens in life.
No wonder they all prefer to make their first sound a cry.

My heart sing the song of My Beloved,
my pen dances to the melodies from above.
All sweet songs are polarized into a bod,
now difficult for all to feel a ray from the sun.
Instead, they wander around seeking a loaf from their lords.
Only few sit still and feel the grace from within,
with a lamp that light the lap of luxury in Eden.

Year: 
2020
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