Selling Love amid Lust

In my efforts for survival on lusty ground

Thought of producing something of value

And sell that to the people around

For having some food, clothes and shelter

To survive meeting needs bare minimum

Tried to produce again and again

Using wisdom and intellect I learned

Simplicity and innocence, I inherited

But failed again and again

Met people very successful

In business of life and flourishing

To learn the art I need to survive

Meeting my basic needs of life

They checked up and diagnosed me

With severely deficient in smartness needed

What they advised made me to astonish

For potential of uprooting all I cherish -

Wisdom and intellect, earned so hard

Honesty and integrity, learned to guard

They took me to their school

For teaching life with basic rule

How to make others fool

Be cunning, show innocence

Be cruel, yet exhibit kindness

Show love, be friend of lusty

Preach need minimal, enjoy luxury

This is religion of modern humanity

Some served in name of spirituality

Politically, it is being diplomatically

Their syllabus aims to demolish

All I learned, all I cherish

So, I ran out of school

With they chasing and me caught

I said, can't demolish my existence

Excuse me for my self-defense

Responded they with smiles fake

We don't want you to school

But tell not others

How we make others fool

I could create few words of love

With my own values and locus

Love with loyalty without chatter

Without scatter, but with focus

Lust may be parcel of love

Let it not subvert love

Love is light, lust is sound

Both going in circles round

Love is the need of all -

From the lusty to the forlorn

Love someone if you can

Forget where there were born

   

Went to market, tried to sell

My words of love without yell

Market is full with customers of lust

None wanting love as their choice first

They want lust, keeping love as reserve

To be touched when nothing else serve

Used often for exhibiting lust

Hidden behind mask of love

I got price but very low

Not sufficient to survive without bow

What do I do with feelings of love

Find no soil on which to sow