Being Human Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Detachment!
It's an ambition rude
Adversity touchstones the mettle
On patchy terrains of lolling lust
Around the wild league of wanton bees
Inhibitions drop by a gentle gush
How long! Can stand the maiden Pollen
Eager and agog to mingle and mix
Dusting traces of isolation

Bees too have excuses many
Neon lamps are afraid of closed lids
Walking on the thin layers of silky curvatures
Deep, deep, and further deep
The golden deer fascinates the desolate
The musk molten maddens the passion
Aromas fill the emptiness within
Cuddling the pleasures primitive
To be Lost and get tangled in the wilderness

There is pleasure!
Feathers being ruffled wild
Nirvana is attained by; living the life as it comes
Despite sincerity and sacrifice
Often one needs to stay content
At the mercy of untamed ennui
Limitations seldom assuage the moorings
Pangs of a bruised heart
Commandments are meant to cripple
A horse warrior, on chained heels
Too poor to sustain the onslaught of time
This is perhaps! A slice of being just a human

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