Treasure Island

Sri Ram


The Eighth Sin


From the depths of despair, I vent my wrath
As it feeds healthily on my savage sin
Neither am I glutton nor a sloth
To endure this plethora of piercing pins.
While lust is for the immature and imbecile
I craved for your heart and soul.
My anger and greed burned on
The relentless march of time for
Not stitching us together enough.
The earthly distance grew unmercifully longer
My hearty endearment suffused unfathomably fonder.
In all of life's walks and jots
You completed me that I am not.
I pride myself on the enviable treasure in you
Until I set my love upon a precipice
And fell with it into an abyss.
Battered and ravaged, Besotted and parched
But, I hope against hope
To climb the heights of Hope.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): Love

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Its a lament of a lover who separated from his better half due to circumstances.

Comments about this poem (The Eighth Sin by Sri Ram )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. OUR PAINS AND OUR SUFFERINGS, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  2. Colors Of The Rainbow, Anthony Daniels
  3. Hiccup, binod bastola
  4. Life and death..how we come and how we g.., krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
  5. You need me, gajanan mishra
  6. Infractions Rained Down Tears, mary douglas
  7. poetic shenanigans, lee fones
  8. Homecoming, prasenjit banerjee
  9. She knows now, hasmukh amathalal
  10. I am on the top, gajanan mishra

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]