"Rolling stone gathers no moss"
It will only deplete its mass!
You have something, you will feel a lot you have not;
When you have not any, will not feel you have not.
Only thro' crooked stairs and power-lifts
Man can reach unto enviable heights!
Souls of amoeba and an elephant,
By mass and shape would not be different!
Nudity is not sex appealing;
It lies in dressing half-revealing!
Man has no permanent foe or friend,
For he has an ever-changing mind.
Woman's bosom is Ocean of Milk for the baby;
Reposing bed, to compose, for grief-stricken hubby!
I don't long for fame as son of my father;
But, indeed, wish to earn name as an author.
"None in this world is perfect" a diction;
But, everyone claims to be an exception!
Man slays gentle peacock to gather its quill
And present a "peacock dance" to show his skill!