Man's mansions
Castles he build
It is his fashion
To destroy and rebuild
It touches the sky
Like a cloud of smoke
He need to fly
In balloons to look
Life is mystery
Or a dilemma or doubt
Where is his history
That sways like a cloud
He is in slumber
Inaware he snore
He does not know
His days are numbered
Has he any faith
On God Almighty
Why is he afraid
Of always night
(written in 1999)
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