Body’s Desire To Be Dust Poem by Aftab Alam
Body’s Desire To Be Dust
To get more we struggle more,
There are many ways to acquire,
When acquired, still it is less,
No satisfaction
To satisfy, again struggle for breath
Death is the ultimate satisfaction,
That kills all desire except,
Body’s desire to be dust
Till we breath our last, we are not free from desires. This ultimate truth is beautifully reflected in these words: Death is the ultimate satisfaction / That kills all desire....
Yes there is no satisfaction at all because human desires are unlimited. On the bed of death desires turn in to dust. Wonderful poem shared definitely.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
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Death is the ultimate satisfaction, That kills all desire except, Body’s desire to be dust - - interesting thought but my experience tells me the body struggles to live