Unceasing Waves Poem by Cyclopseven R

Tempestuous desires
stormy ripples of desperation,
build eddies of frustration
yet man still lurks in it.

Withering petals
blown in subtle flow.
falling leaves
incessantly dances.
only to settle in the mire again.

Life is thin
finely woven amidst fraternity;
eternally ever
substance of soul;
framed mind
cast glances unwelcomed.

Man cease to realise
his grandeur nature
turning point
from the one
to the one,
he remains oblivious;
in oblivion he searches darkness
with light in him.
and the vision is forgotten
he remains rotten.

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