Poetry

Desire is a Liar

Desire is the fire, on which I want to spill water.

 Because desire you see, is a big liar.

Dazes us makes us blind, melts our heart.

And the world seems so kind.

Desire comes free,

but God knows to release from it the fee.

 It takes a lot of time to get the vision back ever and put our heart back.

 But it’s too late, it is frozen forever.

The reality then seems so hard.

 As it not should.

 But you see my friend,

 reality is never harsh,

the fiction you are told is too good.

                           ~ Ashwin Dayal

                                Ghaziabad, India

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