It was a life less lived
For most of the time I didn’t live
Kept acting as a lively person, who’s
Full of sorrow but looked festive
No regret for such life though
But lack of love is unbearable
My inner core has a hollow pit
Filling it with some ardour is a fable
I’m living a charade of life
Which is full of pains and tears
I keep a façade of laughter
That burden my lonely heart bears
Canvas of my life has less
Trees and more of sand
No love – stream flows here
It’s absolutely arid land
I do not crave for a long life
I wish for a drizzle of love
At least the twilight days, should
Have some pleasure and not be tough
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
Yes, life sans love has no thrills to offer, and no history to convey to the progeny!
It has no charms to attract others in to its fold, and has to thrive on its own languishing ever, but certainly with hoping against hope in anticipation of some miracles to happen and shower the rain of LOVE to drench the arid land of LIFE to allow for FLOWERS sending FRAGRANCE for ENJOYMENT!