Art of Cimeries

Balanced on a thread –
A fine wire.
Tilting left, right or dead.
Which do you desire?

Left for the weak –
A lavish life indeed.
Though a price of bleak…
Given all you need.

Right for the strong –
A tale of thrills.
But will you endure for long?
Or succumb to the pills.

Or straight ahead dead?
On this path. This fate.
No running from the life you led.
Take your time - Be late.



Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam