Poetry of Suhail Kakorvi

THORNS;
I am perturbed I am restless
around me there is always mess
wounded and feel prick
Broken and sick
No one inflicted those wounds
It is because I have nurtured and grown
Thorns of desires in me
 which deprived me of joys and glee
 conflicts of destiny with longings
 Cause agony
 Helpless I am
 Thorns still pierce and prick
 and they will keep on
 For there is no end of desires---------------------Suhail kakorvi