Ode to immortality
So vulnerable to decline,
Made of clay- Man,
Walks life as a passerby
And Time clears his footprints
Dust wears his dust out-
Underground.
Yet, his deeds remain crown
With subtility will carve in stone
Till their echoes in history echoes
Up to curse or to praise.
Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 