09 April, 2010

Poem: Addicted

Once upon a time,
Man was so pure.
Without any diseases,
he had nothing to cure.

He was very happy.
But he had some greed.
Wanting to free some stress,
he did a very bad deed.

What he did was wicked.
He fermented some seed,
Drank its juice,
and smoked some weed.

He felt like heaven.
Feeling the utmost pleasure,
Never knowing the damage he had.
So much, which he couldn't measure.

Even today, he doesn't know this
while he continues to be addicted.
Forgetting the simple traits of life,
which he himself had made.


Author - Gaurav Bhorkar.
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Addicted by Gaurav Bhorkar is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.

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