HUMBLE YOURSELF EVERYTHING ENDS HERE

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 Humble yourself everything ends here

Yes it ends here

All the shakara, from eighthen to eighty

From morning to night

Sunday to Monday

January to December


It ends here

That seductive skin

That oval face that turns every man on

That flamboyant dress

That charming  and elegant body


It ends here

That exotic cars

That intelligence 

That fifth degrees

That beautiful wife 

Those fine children

That handsome husband

My dear it all ends here

That fame and prominence which you seek most

That luxurious life

That "upon all my wealth"

That "do you know who I am?"


It ends here

That I am not your mate?

I am richer than you 

I am beautiful 

Many boys and girls die for me

Infact they fight to have me


It all ends here

That your good poem

Your most sells book

Your good English

Your all round best


It is just a matter of time

That is the most painful truth to accept 

Six fit awaits all of us

That is where is where we all  gonna ends

So we have nothing 

We are greater than none

Stop behaving as if you are a simi god

In a twinkling of an eye

We all will go into thin air..    


Humble yourself !!!!

We all come from the dust and unto dust shall we return

 

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