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The Four Foul-ups

Thy fear commences like a tiny spark
Stays like a gentle flame
And when the time cometh
For destiny and success
The fear rises like a fire betimes
And kindles everything in its neck of the woods

And thy greed cometh stealthily
seeming like a innocuous fly
and when the time cometh
for charity and altruism
it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes
and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods

And thy envy cometh in like a guest
takes its first step into your mind
and when the time cometh
for merriment and jubilation
the guest turns into a tyrant betimes
and takes over everything in its neck of the woods

And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement
agglomerates to create a mountain
And when the time cometh
for reality's river
the river breaches the mountain betimes
and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods


  1. Beautifully written and the attempt at old ENglish has a charm. Keep writing. Enjoyed it.

    1. Excuse me for my uncalled for reply but I rather think it is more a composition than an 'attempt'.

  2. That is perfect. Beautiful use of 'betimes' and 'in its neck of the woods' as refrain gives a unique character to the poem.

  3. thanks a lot VST and umashankar ji.. :) keep reading!


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