Astounding pride some exude,
In reflection of exterior
Little do beings ever realize
That Master is all superior.
The creator scrupulously must have
Decanted, and created the imperial nature.
Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered,
A little of self in each creature
The luster on radiant top conceits
Eyes to believe in all facades,
But the glory of being remains within,
The soul‘s route is veiled in hearts.
Crack the image and gust the sheath
The dreary would become precious,
An unseen, untouched truth waits
Like coco, gratifying and luscious.
The wind across does rebuke,
All we are all but pretty dust,
Will lie beside each other soon,
With no face on crust!
Peek inside and pray with heart,
The face will phase off for sure!
Few noble souls will be enlightened,
Sinners will stay to thrive no more!