Treasure Island

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

(18.07.1964 / THANJAVOORE/TAMILNADU/INDIA)

Love and Lust


Love is something devine
falls from the heaven to earth
It expects nothing for it but
It renders everything to others including itself
Love never ends in lust but
it grows as affection and respect
Lust expects to exploit others
to satisfy it's needs
Matured love becomes grace
lust may not be so
Lust spoils the character and life
when it develops as aggressive
Love never feeds the violence but
Lust grows in violence and feeds violence
To my Younger generation!
have a love to smash the lust
Pave the way to peace and
take this world to that end

Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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  • Sara Gabriela Pino Panta (10/16/2008 11:04:00 AM)

    Trite.
    Why does love always have to be over-romanticised?
    This poem has got one grammar mistake which murders the romance!
    -Its-... genitive case. Not contraction of 'it is'. (Report) Reply

  • Natalie Ricketts (9/24/2008 2:37:00 PM)

    Brilliant! true and Brilliant!
    would like you to read my poem PERCEPTION, please leave a comment good or bad.
    thanks for sharing.x (Report) Reply

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