Lust is lust.
Therefore, it does not last.
When you thought that lust is Love,
You concluded that you do not love.
As you tried the lust to humanize,
That you barely care, you realised:
So sweetly you did melt—madly in fire!
What was its purpose?
If Lust is just an illusion, you desired.
An astute analysis stated so beautifully. I am convinced you are right
Lust is a highly volatile emotion fueled by vain glorification of beauty or sexual magnetism. It endures for a while before making its exit leaving the victim wondering why he/she felt that way. A nice train of thoughts encapsulated into a good poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem ANC AND THE STRUGGLE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is. It is not love. A true love is eternal. You have incisively inscribed the definition of love. Beautiful poem. Thanks.10