I Am A Lover Not A Slave To Desire Poem by Arun Maji

Flower is something never to be touched.
It must be appreciated from distance.

Human hand carries dirt of desire,
Human embrace carries poison of possessiveness.
The moment human touches a flower
He kills its beauty, fragrance.

O beautiful, o my love,
I am a lover.
Not a slave to sex or desire.
Your smile is my pride,
Your love is my possession,
Your presence is my jewel,
Your whisper is my song.

If you can smile to me
With shine of kindness in your eyes,
I don't need anything else to live.

© Arun Maji