Addiction – The Poem
I leave a scar, may heal, may not be
Addiction I am and be afraid of me
Relationships in doldrums
And denial becomes the norms
Wow! I am powerful
Not one to be merciful
Wandering to find preys in different forms
Get youths to abuse and transform
Holding sway over senses, I play with brains
Illusion, delusion, delirium all in the game
I leave a scar, may heal , may not be
Addiction I am and be afraid of me.Blood on my hands, whom to blame?
Mercenaries are out, there is no shame
Allowing youths to take on loopholes
Basking in ignobility having no soul
Signing death warrants, I wait and wait
Disguises are many, I am just a bait
I leave a scar, may heal , may not be
Addiction I am and be afraid of me.Oh! I hate braves who dare to fight
I marvel at their courage and their might
Going to rehab makes me shudder
Framing their own opinion and fighting fear
De-craving process, keeps me on toes
I become victim , they heroes
Coordination, perception , concentration regained
Setbacks, bumps, pitfalls thoroughly drained
Spring season bring ecstasy to blooms
Enjoying new world banishing gloom
A new beginning has been made
I, the ‘addiction’ has been caged
I no longer then leave a scar
Ultimately they win, its bizarre
Ultimately they win, its bizarre.
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