The Sunken Desire

I have always dreamt,
Of whatever I didn't have,
I have kept on hold,
Desires, some of which have become old.

The urge to get them,
Still lies in me,
Not easy to forget them,
Because, with the help of some, I can make my identity.

But the time and conditions,
Did not offer me a chance,
To fulfill my need,
And, to God, I plead.

To give an opportunity,
A golden one,
Where I can do wonders,
And receive accolades for the work done.

But, unfortunately,
The desire sank,
Deep inside my heart,
And broke into parts.

Nobody heard a sound,
Of it breaking into pieces,
My desire lay there, shattered,
With lots of 'cuts' and 'bruises'.

Mumbai, India

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I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.

Last updated February 04, 2014