An uneven lot

My hands are uneven;

The one that seeks is long

And the other that lends is short.

My eyes are uneven;

The one for women is wide

And the other for the poor is weak..

My ears are uneven;

The one for applause is sharp

And the other for critics is dull.

My heart too is uneven;

The left half is fat for lust

And the right is thin for concern

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Everyone has turned like me;

The fabric is loosening

And selfishness brings ruins.

21.06.2008