Whims *

I keep waiting for her slightest of nods,
to see if she loves me or loves me not!

Suspended between disbelief and surrender,
I writhe in the throes of an agony that burns
my soul, my limbs and my whole existence!

Is it from her absence, the emptiness
or the burden of mankind’s original sin?
Perhaps it is nothing but my decadent whims!

I wonder why, even though all the dreams
I had for the last thousand days or so
are becoming true one by one, this agony
still persists, devouring me from inside!

Does it happen for mankind’s original sin
or simply because of my irrational whims?

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