Immortal

I was weary in my youth

And active in my ages

Blessed was I to choose,

Who would become the ‘sages’

Mine is a sad life

Choosing from among the millions

For each wrong choice I make,

Curses I endure are in zillions.

Power lies in my palms,

To favour those who please me.

From young 2 year old ‘darlings’,

To old 100 year olds, you see.

I can be fickle minded…

And I am indeed despised for this so.

But if you were to call me…

My answer

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will be ‘NO’!

Try to impress me with your talent,

My mood decides if that is any good,

I will help you get wonders,

Or drop you off to death’s garden, I would.

Give me a place in your heart,

And I am capable of destroying you,

Accept me without a bit of desire,

And really…what you will find is paradise no.2.

I am immortal, though I age fast,

My experience grows none though…

For I am blind you realise,

I am Fame – to none, do I owe.