Passion - Poem by Mithun Uliyar
Like a river always on the run,
Passions are always ready to take a new turn,
Limitless are their ebbs and flows,
Countless are their mental blows.
Sweet as nectar they seem on a moonlit night,
Great are their despairs with no end at sight,
Come dance with me is their call,
Without fail, always we take the fall.
They come in various forms,
Anger, Lust, Greed, Pride which follow no norms,
Trust them to make a man empty from within,
Hiding from them is not a good position to be in.
Boundless are the ways in which they strike
Some perish, the rest just survive with a sigh,
Great is the man who tames then all,
Envy is my feeling for a person who can stand so tall.
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