Will a man’s sadness ever cease?
And all at once be at peace?
Shall a man’s toil be worthless,
When his winter is ruthless?
Could a charm be an arm?
Where he could disarm his deformity.
Is it worthy to be weary?
When life is so blurry.
Could love be worthy as gold?
When a man’s beauty grows cold!
Shall a man’s toil be worthy after?
When death lingers around old lover’s laughter.
And only when a man knows his worth in his winter,
Only then he maybe at peace in his summer.
~ koveo pao
Also read: Morung: An Ode
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