Pain

They say we are here to learn the song

Nature strums on your gene-strings

What hurts you once, will kill you forever 

And what's left is stronger; survives

Rubbish! Desire burnt to ashes

Rises again to sweet spring's shower

The pain, it starts to crumble slowly turning into dust, love fumbles to lust

And all is then lost. Rubbish!

I die day after day of hearing-nothing-from you

Reborn with each sentence you write

Desire, death, lust, and life

I love you with all these and more

And so I say, nature's songs are her lessons to herself not to you

I am here not to learn to change my life's course; but to seek and see 

In you, me. In me, you. 

Giver, seeker, lover, lust-er, and yes,

Moonlight on god-forsaken paths