Forsaken

All I felt were mine,
and all I held as moulded for me;
have claimed their due.
Mirages of the desert!

The friendship induced by the wine,
dissolves as quick as the effervescence.
Even the intoxication,
has forsaken.

The rains have forgotten,
the passion with which
they embraced my nudity;
and the pain of droplets on the skin
that once seemed like lovebites
Have forsaken…

The scent of the flower has forsaken,
only the buzzing bee.
The woods that astonished have forsaken;
carnivores pounce to gnaw,
The last ounce of flesh.

The lover too, has forsaken
obliged to
parental dictates.

For how much long am I to bear,
the shame of life’s mercy.
Forsake…
Forsake…
And let all debts be due