Desires
R. SUNDARESAN
Axing or spearing
desires
is self-deceiving;
the spark of life
still glows in them;
like a hydra’s
their severed heads grow;
I have thought many a time
this was the final murder
and desires
would no more stir
the pool of peace
and when in a limousine
the factory owner speeds fast,
his alsatian craning
out,
I am the same, old dreamy man.