Compassion
Dear soul, though adorned in silk arrayed
But, beneath your skin, the same frailty is laid
A century hence, this fame and the might
Will fade into the silent night
So, shed the pride and do gentle deeds
Where compassion sows its everlasting seeds
For the hearts you mend, and set them free
Are the only echoes of eternity.
Paperwiff
by pragyanparimitananda