Curiosity Poem by shubhen bhandare

Wish I could get one last glimpse,
Of the beauty which really was not,
Smitten I was by my heart's whims,
Blissfully unaware about lessons taught,

Ventured into a web of friendship,
Woven around an apparent trust,
Never knew the meaning of hardship,
Until the core met the crust,

Wish I could let my eyes behold,
The greatest desire of it all,
Love in it's essence gone cold,
Curiosity inadvertently does call,


Mortal the being which succumbs,
To the beguiling nature of love,
And then when love benumbs,
It's too late to move!