Desire Poem by indira babbellapati
Desire
i nurse it
i nurture it
at times
i neglect it
whatever i do
it coils uncoils
it sinks floats
it soothes stabs
it titillates threatens
it perpetually tickles
the insides
with the flutter of a wing
since times immemorial!
'It perpetually tickles the insides with the flutter of a wing'. What a wonderful description, Indira! Yes, desire is always there, we just don't always choose to acknowledge it. A lovely, very simple yet profound write - love it!
What a beautiful confession of your 'desire'. A provocative write. You make me feel as if 'desire' is like an unforgiven wound, perpetual in the nature of things.Desires...Hopes...Dreams... ahhhh! this life! I tell you! Enjoy this poem. Blessings. Leonard
that's fantastic desire indeed...................
Very nicely explored various facets of ‘Desire’…the diving force …since creation…’Ek O Ham Bhhau Syham’ Veda…[I’m One want to Many] …the Primordial Desire [Evolution] …10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
exactly! desire....is a disease. simple and short poem. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 5:50:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sounds about right to me.. finely said lady.