Desire

Night is my body,

The day is my duty.

The journey of my desire begins

At the end of the day

And the start of the night.

For the fulfilment of my desire,

The rain of love drops from the pen

Of my heart.

At times,

The poetry emanating from the knowledge of the mind

Clarifies the truth and the message of nonachievement.

I am destined to yearn,

Destined to die,

Destined to live

For the breath of desire,

To allow it to live.