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Immortal

Immortal

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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 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.


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