Carrying curse of comparison

At the peril of our own happiness

Treading paths

Paved by unfulfilment

On a bed of broken dreams

Blinded by glitters of wants

Dumped our needs to waste

We sinned.

Let those without sin

Cast the first stone

We cower

At the thought of

Being the first one

To be stoned.

Villifying ill-begotten wealths

We lust.

Blinded by the

Lustre and sparkles

Of garish opulence

We shed crocodile tears.

Offering platitudes to

Virtues of purity

We defile our souls.

Caricature of our humanity

Naked for all to see

As we aspire heaven

We pay our obeisance

To our hellish desires.

Secretly bowing to

Our dreams of riches

We compare

At the perils

Of our happiness.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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