So little we know <br />So much we pretend <br /> <br />After a moment’s impulse- <br />We conclude a total mass- <br /> <br />In a definite pattern; in a missal <br />Lying as a dry barren land, <br />withholding pangs or a hurtful dust <br />Smoking the big blossom heart. <br /> <br />It’s nothing to worry about. <br />So terrible- death like blow. <br />Nothing to boast of riches <br />once cared the extreme glow. <br /> <br />so much gathered. <br />so much dispersed.<br /><br />Moushumi moushumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riches-wretches/
