For my liberal offerings to you

My best years of youth,pass in abberations

I think of love and life's solemn offerings

Intonated with blissful ease

My dreams from delectation tend to rise.

The dreary nights hunt material desires

With summer the devotion grows fragile

And yet as virtues of promised land

my love stands inconceivable.

And then I waver between past and future

Carrying the hopes of orphans

I think of how detested this world is

And how much care my enervated eyes still have to offer.

I wonder at my innocence

and laugh on my altruistic offerings

But why mourn,

I shall not keep a woman in my heart again.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

well done if but a monk's promise in the end

[Balkaran Sidhu]

haha..perhaps you have to make such promises to your heart when your heart is in a bit of a complicated situation

[gombeggar]

u will learn with patience...the heart is simple thing...it is we that complicate its path by over-writing every nuance