Desires Poem by vittal vandavasu

I stood there waving goodbye to autumn
It was another sorrow after spring left
The days ahead had no use of woe
There is winter to begin it's theft

An idle mind is so much more happy
Than we who think a thousand
But we presume him shabby
We know not an end for our and

Maybe such is my longing for eternal spring
The Utopian vision of universal love,
Immortality which none can sing
It is foolish of us to ask how?

The eccentricities of a mad man
The flame that flickers in a lamp
Bogusness, is an undone sad plan
A hollow lame excuse of a vilian and a vamp

The jollification of the dark,
The jocund company of the devil,
It is all a rightly wrong bark
An emancipation of the evil

Oh! the poignant love
I am so desperate for the past
For I cannot bear to see a dieing dove
There is no inspiration to last

Honorable Shelly did assure us
If winter comes can spring be far behind?
I merrily settle down without fuss
Having no more woe to bind or find