Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator. <br />You are neither my pal nor my liberator. <br />Tossed through the mad crowd I frown, <br />Long has been shunted like defeated crown. <br />But now goodbye to fame and flattery, <br />To false pomp, show and treachery, <br />To the splendor of gold’s corrupted eye, <br />To chase of the crown mighty and high, <br />To false relationship and altered love calls, <br />To crying hearts and bleedings halls, <br /> <br /> <br />Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator. <br />I am flying to happy land with my master, <br />Where magical roots plan frolic lives. <br />Proud green hills in happy isles, <br />Where wounded feet have never land. <br />Every inch is pure to thoughts and hand, <br />Reside in a safe celestial abode, <br />Under the blessings of merciful god, <br />Echoed with me the celestial chant, <br />Moon, stars galaxy and wind rent. <br /> <br /> <br />Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator. <br />When I am rested on farewell pyre platter, <br />I smile at the pride and madness of man, <br />At the confused school and beguiling clan, <br />For what is your existence in this mad tower? <br />Where man is in a bush unaware of his master, <br />But in this confused web and silent nights, <br />Lost in funerals and sad sights. <br />I listened my master spoke last night, <br />To forget the curse designed for man white. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forget-the-curse/
