Rest A While

By Devvats

Dragging ahead is what we seek,

but she has been standing with stains of bleak

She sparked the builds, nurtured the earth

But all she takes is scorn for worth

Nerve it takes to turn the eyes,

for the mirror she wears for the further lies

The hassle we bear to sit with breadth

But remember O’ Life, you owe the Death.

By Devvats