Eternal Passion Poem by Sharath Sherry

Hidden deep beneath,
Underneath a massive layer of suppression,
Untouched, uncorrupted,
Pure as the purest form
The true desire.

Lost in chaotic commotion,
Ignored by colourless superimposition,
Awaiting to be found at the slightest duration,
Dead, but alive
The true immortal passion.

Change upon change
A person's situation,
Shadows upon shadows
From his colour blindness
Yet unchanged and vibrant,
This colourfulness

Time and tide withers it all
But not this burning desire
This flawless passion,
Maker of true-self,
Eternal desire of all.