As one is turning on his own axis
If at all wisdom gets concealed
And conscience is at a new low
Inflated ego takes a toll
Self-centred trait hits hard
It throws back one into whirrs
And conscience is at a new low
Inflated ego takes a toll
Self-centred trait hits hard
It throws back one into whirrs
To keep moving
One needs humility
When lips suppurate with
Prayers to Almighty
One needs humility
When lips suppurate with
Prayers to Almighty
When self-centred trait
Is left at backyard
One basks in glory till eternity
Is left at backyard
One basks in glory till eternity
One recounts many mellow mornings
Productive to the core
Nothing is to be worried about
A radiant soul rhymes amen
Sublimity all pervading
He’s then a sensible soul
Productive to the core
Nothing is to be worried about
A radiant soul rhymes amen
Sublimity all pervading
He’s then a sensible soul
Not a cursed self- centred lot