Eyes wander and look at,
savour what they see.
Bur perplexed I ask
can do this deed?
The object gets swarmed with disgust and disbelief,
And hopes them to wander off again.
No,but they don't.
Fixated on the object,
laden with lust
they stare fulfilling their responsibility.
And the object is under a vow of silence, perennially.
Now,tell me, is it their right
or should it concede.
Will this vicious cycle continue ignominiously?
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
