CRAVINGS

There lurks a certain void in each living cell
for a kind word or a wet look to regale
be it the heart of proud thorny rose
or the body of a hungry sea shell ; 

in every breathing pore
an echo of that hunger
for love unlimited
desire unsatiated ;

for clearer self-reflection
and a cooler pacification
in the depth
of a bottomless pit ;
a reward for being alive
in the midst of cold hatred
and struggle’s white heat.

Copyrighted :saroj kumar padhi
07/06/14