Egotistic Life...

I was full of Mercury,

that I forgot life is blind and weary,

Full of sweetness and misery,

Pains and horror become my auxiliary,

like old man, I Walk with three legs.

In war of getting rich, sword of dishonesty peg

my vital parts like lifeless soil.

In search of better future,

which school of thought said, "it lies

In ancient desert of hatred and death".

I stumbled on a written of my grandsires,

"Home, land of silence, glory is the sun!

material things are dungs and worthless,

Land full of white roses

Purer minds dwell in the white mansions above"

My quest for future seized like a dull child,

I looked to the sky, the cloud was dark and bending,

Raging with lightning bolt ready to devour earth,

I thought end of ages is near.

Sand stood like gaint chasing me to a dark cave

But I clinged to the plate of aromatic message of my grandsires.

I'm fond of the plate where ancient messages

Was written, metaphorically, I thought there's 

key to the white mansions under the plate..

My face turned red and melancholic when looking for direction 

To key of eternal life where silence and glory shines like a radiant sun.

Yet I find none but the message of my grandsires.