Poem 12 (Hour 12) Desire


i feel my path stony in detail

perhaps mirth is curtailed

even the morning breeze doesn’t gale

for my smile, the twinkling stars fail

what has infected my zesty soul?

or perception responsible, my loss at whole

when I used to see dampening moon

in hope to leave misery soon

hovering clouds, not for petty darkness

but décor the beauty with sharpness

who has dislocated me, from the path of life?

instead of a rose, who handled the thrones

just a spark of love, requested I

a gentle hand to wipe my eye

to banish the tempest of sigh

should be one, instead of bi

when will I be reasoned to live?

ah! Oceanic passions to whom I give

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