The Cost Of Desire Poem by ashok jadhav
The Cost Of Desire
A heart that burns with longing pays in pain,
Each wish a spark that lights a fragile flame;
We chase the prize, yet seldom know the gain,
And in its glow, our shadows take a name.
The sweetest fruit may sour upon the tongue,
Ambition drags the soul through thorn and strife;
Desire demands the years we once had young—
Its payment counted in the cost of life.
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