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Bhavna Arora Poem
The desires within me, the endless ones
Few fulfilled, few unfulfilled
Me, the uncontended, the unhappy
Still filled with boundless ones.
Who am I? I ask myself
Am I the uncontended one?
Am I the insatiable one?
The love, the lust, the earning,
The desires always are yearning.
The desire of being known
Illustrious or odious? unknown?
Who am I?? a quenchless bunch of desires
Mind lies to me, deceives million times
The fear of losing desires, on the prime
Body doesn’t lie, doesn’t deceive
Inside what I am, I want to see.
Desires, desires, desires
The energy called Life, gleaned from desire
Misery, derived of desire
And the desire itself, the source of life
Unquenchable, unfulfilled and always unsatisfied
Who am I, a physical existence of unfulfilled desires?
For me, no desires, no life
Should I remold myself?
Take charge of life and control the desire
Realize and revamp the object of desire
Boundless are desires and so am I
What I desire is what I become
More the materialistic, the more unfulfilled one
Does it exist in my subconscious mind?
Does it reflect in my breath all the time?
Where will it lead me to?
The unfulfilled desires, the path unknown
Let me not let it wander
NOW it is the time I need to ponder
Boundless are desires and so am I
My heart, my mind, my soul
Unleash the desire and let it go
Unleash the desire and let it go
Bhavna Arora
Copyright © Bhavna Arora | Year Posted 2020
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