The taste of honey lasts
Till it lies on the tongue.
The sight of beauty lasts
Till it falls in the eyes.
The sweet of music lasts
Till it goes through the ears.
Pleasures are momentary,
Beyond which it is lost,
Though stored in memory.
The bliss of one’s life lasts
Till death knocks at the door,
After which bliss is lost
Along with the memory.
16.02.2014
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