Eaten I have
the forbidden fruit,
from the tree of desire...
Thinking of it ,
creates a flutter,
and sets my heart on fire!!
No grudge I hold,
no guilt engulfs,
the candle of my heart..
that melted when,
the match was lit,
and tore the soul apart!
Right or wrong,
no thought did run,
when hunger ruled the roost..
satiate was all,
in mind had I,
my spirit it did boost.
The fruit was sour,
`twas sans love,
needed to turn it sweet..
lust and greed ,
tugged at the reins,
music sans its beat.
I marched to the tune,
of an arrhythmic song,
the words so unclear..
but dent it did,
and scar did leave,
on my soul a tear...!
