When
we were born
We
were given ordinary names
It
is recorded in our birth certificates
We
are known throughout our formative years
Sometimes
we have our nicknames
Classmates
and friends shared it with bondship
Right
through the society structures
When
some will break away
Along
the journey
Old
friends are left behind
New
friends are found
The
living structures flourish
Titles
earned or honoured
Knighted
for political considerations
The
ball games have changed
These
titled people try to project a privileged few
They
want to be addressed
The
titles they have been installed
Even
old friends and childhood buddies
They
too aren't given leeway
The
peacock standing
For
the duration of their lives
It
is sad they have forgotten
The
basic teaching while growing up years
It
is better to be in God's book
It
is better to have nothing to inherit God's paradise
Man's
world is full of twisted jargon of juke box
When
the final curtains fall it is your registered name
The
angels will call
When
you walk to heaven's gate
You
have no title; you have no airs
You
are just waiting for God's grace
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