DESIRE - NONSENSE POEM

Desires are like dewdrops

Seeking the leaves of your heart

Settling and then drying in the sun

Yet some are most difficult to part.

These are tiny pearls most precious

Origin of all the things that are

These are the beads at eye corners

Hinting at failures, recent or far.

Desires are subtle ways of destiny

To force you to know your goal

Desires are cruel hands of time

Moulding you to match your role.

Desires attained are like

Wars won or life regained

Yet as a fire quenched or

Like a sea of its waters drained.

To wait and fight and suffer

Is all the charm that lies

In desiring an impossible dream

Which if achieved, it dies.

What in previous lines I said

What I really meant

Is that a man is alive till

The fire of passion is unspent.

And then...

There are those who desire

And yet they never taste

They too toil and suffer

But their efforts go in waste.