Laurels of the past
Laurels of glory
knew not their folly
of raising a man
who with the passage of time becomes vainer
A cry for help from a grieving soul
when they were bestowed he was but a young foal
with ego his poor soul had become as black as coal
he thought he could own everyone
the ones who could defy him? hah! to him there were none
he was his parents pride and joy
since he was a wee boy
but all their love couldn’t have told
that this boy’s tale was one of woe
because he was unaware of this world
that would leave him aghast
for little did this boy know
that one cannot rest on the laurels of the past.
-Niyati Parab
One cannot rest on the laurels of the past
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