but it is an illusion
to want to have
that what may never live
you’ll forever find
what was never there
if you continue to look
you might just see
why you never had it
but it is an illusion
to want to have
that what may never live
walk ahead
but look down that lane
what seems gone
is still hidden somewhere
away from your sight
but closer than you think
but it is an illusion
to want to have
that what may never live
what is in the now
may trickle down to the morrow
and if it does not
you will find it in your sorrows
and that what you lost
was it worth the grief
but it is an illusion
to want to have
that what may never live
~~~~~
Asha Seth
There’s something hypnotic about the rhythm. I like it.
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Illusions are illusions , and they are like this piece of poetry , well inked
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Very pensive 🤔
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I read this poem 5 times, but I did not understand a word. Sorry!
Could give some context. Would be nice to know what the author’s thoughts were when she wrote this poem.
Thanks and sorry for being daft!
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True and a great poem, Asha
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Beautifully written
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