130 Vanity is immersion. - a poem

Life is a flowing river

Glory is a  bubble
Arrogance is  a tide
Vanity is immersion.
Thus everything is temporary
And nothing  is permanent
The message leaves P.B.Shelly
In his sonnet.

Howsoever, may a king build his tombs
"I am the king of kings"
May he boast
His visage, his head, his statue
Reduce to sand 
Only can he be sculpted by some hand.

Ozymandias, an Egyptian
Shelly"s tyrant ruler
kept on frowning at his people
Succumbed to death and decay at last
The only art that painted his picture
Lived and will live till last.

Whether it's a king or a sculptor
Beauty should be lied in his works
Only then he is immortalized
By the responding subjects.
Beauty is skin-deep
It never dies
Art of  a sculptor
Never, ever, lies.
                                                  By: Nirupma Garg