LIFE SANS LOVE
Life is so lonely, loveless and so dry
Can’t complain and even cry
Doesn’t matter whom I love and admire
For whom my heart beats and is on fire
But cede to divine desire.
My desire, my wish
Has no meaning, no weight
Can’t even dream of that perfect bliss
With my love, my cherished mate
For God’s will is my only fate.
Life is fruitless and futile,
Crawling like a big reptile,
Compassion and pity is all
I get in life, which I call
Is nothing but big beggar’s bowl.
Wealth, woman, wine and not even fame,
Just to behold Love’s lovely smile
With dimples adorning - all the while
If not she, then just her name
On my desert lips - be my only aim.
Even a wish to die is not simply mine
In the eyes of Lord it’s not simply fine
No choice left but to drag the life
Through the sharp edge of the cruel knife.
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