Unending Desire Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Desire is not always a hunger to possess;
sometimes, it is a hunger to see, to know, to understand.

It whispers:

"Go—see your own country."
"Cross the continents."
"Stand before the ocean."
"Climb the mountains."
"Follow the rivers."
"Walk through forests."
"Look at people—not merely their faces, but their lives."

Sometimes it calls us toward Antarctica,
sometimes toward America or Africa,
and sometimes it says,
"Stop. Look around you. Understand what is near."

It makes us travel.
It makes us curious.
It makes us question.
It makes us choose our friends carefully.
It makes us understand people before trusting them.

And perhaps that is the strange beauty of unending desire:

It never lets us say, "I have seen everything."
It keeps opening another road, another horizon, another question.