Unmet Desire

Longing for a desire isn't disastrous, 

Though having no desire.

It takes nothing to desire,

Except for keen hopes

That is never going to be met.

Groping in the darkness for light

Is spontaneous for me

Albeit without a key.

Flashing a blunt sword to kill

A mosquito needs skill.

Capturing a flying moth is

A huge task for me.

Though I caught it

It died like a trifle wish

Having mediocrity. 

The start was of enthusiasm 

Full of optimism. 

At last, I met the unmet desire

That could be tied with wire.

Then everything met to fire

Turning to ashes of wishes. 

Absurdity companion of life

Is looking for life.

Optimism, possessed by man

Is looking for Pran.

Desirous life is meeting 

Last breathing ;

Looking for suffices 

Remaining merely ashes!