Addicted Poem by Shruti Goswami

Addicted



Pleasure, is but a pain in disguise,
Too much sweet, and its bitter like vice.
An addiction, is it? Confounded pleasure!
I seek not thee, you seek me.
The luscious red, of wine,
And the hallucination of the mind;
Gives pleasure, unfathomable.
I struggle, in your clutches;
Oh! How dare you call me addicted!
With the pleasure I seek?
How dare you find me then?
Addicted to your kisses?
Do you not give
Undue importance to your existence?
To the fact that I, never been addicted,
Should be so?
Such baseless allegations,
So ridiculous!
I do not even find it amusing.
And what of you, then?
Are you not addicted?
To every vice possible?
And for every finger that you raise,
The others point back at you.
Oh yes! Your arrogance;
Does you no credit;
But know then; Yes I am,
Hate as much to admit;
Addicted to you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Diwakar Bhatt 22 June 2012

enigmatic thoughts....good poem

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