Only the Evergreen Last…

Only the Evergreen Last…

His inflamed Self looked longingly,
across the wide valley of greenery,
hoping to sight Its fire of felicity,

Upon the edge and near the boundary,
stood she with her beauty extraordinarily,
beckoning to his Self quite alluringly,

Till, a voice floated to him majestically,
“What is to be to her green expanse and finery
when it becomes used and trodden murkily?

Listen closely to my advice for prosperity,
which has been tested by men of sincerity,
who patiently endured all their calamity:

Never ever has a faithful Sunnati,
having taken this path to piety,
earned anything but a Victory.”

Truly,  an end…is just another beginning…

About Wondering Wayfarer

A wondering wayfarer wandering wistfully through the winding ways of the world in want of Wisdom.
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