Unruined – Sonnet


Isn’t today but tomorrow un-ruined
For decay is born elder to youth?
As Death doth maketh splendour bastioned
So doth Life scour to birth decay sans ruth.

O’er many a travel have I seen
Voices razed till colourful myths retold.
Then & now separated by Time’s screen
Of caustic devour that history foretold.

Impregnable forts & unyielding ships
Uncounted riches & unbounded kingdoms.
Now stays toothless ramparts & sails in strips
A beggar’s mockery, echoeless chasms.

Thus know, oh noble soul! ’tis a given
All Life is crafting your choicest ruin.


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