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Fruits from a forbidden tree

A warrior dies to be esteemed as a hero
Yet my pride is your slavery alone

A man strives to enhance his grandeur
Yet my life is confined to your majesty alone

A Romeo suffers to win someone
Yet my prize is your worship alone

A depleted soul attains emancipation at last
Yet my fervor is for your honor alone

A hand writes to be hailed as a poet
Yet my verses are for your smile alone

A human loves to own and owns to relish
Yet my possession is your praise alone

A musician performs to be granted a finale roar
Yet my ascend is your voice alone

A battle is fought to aver your supremacy
Yet my territory would be your heart alone

A kingdom of dominance incites jealousy without intention
Yet my envy peaks on your companion alone

An aim beyond reach is a wasted endeavor
Yet my existence will revolve around you alone

A man does everything in sanguinity of a return
Yet I crave for tolerance of my fixation alone

A museum is an emblem of pieces that matter
Yet my memento is the dust beneath your feet alone

An elation irrespective of measure suffers culmination
Yet my senses are eternally bounded to your spells alone

A myth doubts outward charms to carry intrinsic worth
Yet my verdict on you negates that alone

An angel is ignorant to nothing but seduction
Yet my faith mistrusts his glance on you alone

An avarice for power extracts demonism from innocence
Yet my greatest fall would be a touch of you alone

A speech rather than its mouth is worthy of gravity
Yet my sagacity drowns in a gaze at your lips alone

A visible entity spawns vision more than ambiance
Yet my presence becomes enveloped by your scent alone

A painting displays the artist more than its colors
Yet God rejected art by His work on you alone

A soul can yearn to live for reasons untold
Yet my life is a tribute to you alone!


 

by Aadil Farook

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