Down to the core,
We are beings of dust…
Puppets in the play of love…
Feigning wisdom,
Feigning strength,
Yet destiny, means us to be petty beggars…
Doesn’t really matter,
What we eat and drink…
For, we are all starved of love…
We hunger for love…
To be held in strong arms…
Submitting to the fear of being left alone.
Surge of bile
Making us animal…
Nothing but the ache of hunger…
It grips us, tears us,
It knows no modesty,
Makes us stoop low…
Ignited jealousies…
No mercy, no forgiveness,
Craving for love and deprived of it…
Such are we, crude creatures…
Overcoming all,
But the thirst of love…
We are beings of dust…
Puppets in the play of love…
Feigning wisdom,
Feigning strength,
Yet destiny, means us to be petty beggars…
Doesn’t really matter,
What we eat and drink…
For, we are all starved of love…
We hunger for love…
To be held in strong arms…
Submitting to the fear of being left alone.
Surge of bile
Making us animal…
Nothing but the ache of hunger…
It grips us, tears us,
It knows no modesty,
Makes us stoop low…
Ignited jealousies…
No mercy, no forgiveness,
Craving for love and deprived of it…
Such are we, crude creatures…
Overcoming all,
But the thirst of love…
4 comments:
seriously.. that was so very straight and so very true to the last syllable....it sounds a bit harsh.... but thats d usp of ur creation that it takes d bitter facts head on....without ambiguity.. succinct... to the point and stingy....good 1 dear.. kudos
it's beautiful!
don't have any more to say...
Love do even means begging,stooping low,crunchy hungerers..That sounded neo to me!!Stunned!!
Anuj...I appreciate your comment...
but you see,i tried to convey something else...
I have tried to say in my poem..how we crave for love..
Love doesn't make us beg,stoop low and hunger...it is the want of it and lack of it which does so...
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