desire hurled
into the wilderness of passion
hits back with the force
of a boomerang
desire burning the core
leaves one exhausted
throws one as a ragged doll
into a nondescript corner
desire flying high
falls flat to ground
like a wounded bird
directionlessly directed
this intiguing drama of desire
has no written script...
*edited on sarvesh kulkarni's suggestion
16sep2009
21.43hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drama-named-desire-originally-titled-passion/
