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

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

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