Desire belongs to others
I borrow it often
To understand
I am in debt
Still I go after it
The things I have
Never satisfies me.
I go after borrowed things
Desire comes in dream
It stands silhouetted
in distance
I stare at it.
Undecided yet
Badly needed
I nurture it
In the corner of my heart.
Taboo thoughts
pauses questions
Mind has no taboo
in devouring the forbidden fruit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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