All paths lead to me, none leads away I, the lightless, airless quarry Eagerly counting down to the day When at last my apportioned quarry Within my depths shall come to stay I, the vanquisher of the invincible The frustrator of every cunning schemer The fearless, the fearsome and the feared All I acquaint with debilitating terror As for that snob, ornately gilt Vainly swaddled and grandiose Him do I treat to my lowly silt And with stench I humble his nose All that is beautiful, I disfigure To all that is firm, I bring decay All that is fresh, I cause to rot Nothing in me untouched can stay I am the preoccupation of the wise Who in anxiety for the morrow dwell Against this world of strife and vice My quilt of dirt shall sod them well The pangs of hunger I pacify And soothe the pricks of thirst All man's 'wants' I satisfy With generous moundfuls of dirt The undulations of wealth and penury The serrations of victory and defeat The unevenness of fame and ignominy All into a level flatness I beat All successes I render futile, All tracks of failure untrod Glories bethought but for a while Disgrace anon forgot To the patient I bring relief To the unrepentant sinner, grief Painful hunger and thirst indulgent For the selfish, satiated insouciant Thus all swains of this faithless dunya, I duly devastate Take heed therefore, lest you too come to regret Life passes in the blink of an eye. Be patient. Wait. This communique from me to you- Lest We Forget.