Nothing Much Has Changed
As a child he would often lie to others, but would get caught,
yet this wouldn't bother him much,
10 years down the line, now that he has grown up,
nothing much has changed,
even now he would often lie, this time to himself,
to ease the burn in his heart which she gave him,
he would say that she still loved him,
when she was long gone.
He knew that it didn't really helped the cause,
yet he kept doing so without a pause.
The craving for being desired had instilled in him,
the desire of someone to be there for him.
For he didn't have any kin,
as he slept beside the lamp dim.
Do you relate yourself with this poem?
I'll be waiting for your comments!