By Shubhangi Anuragi
Is this what it's like
to be penny-pinching
for your whims
and fancies
for your self-serving acts
and fantasies
to ask
for the body sans the soul
to never afford love fully
how was
such a narrative sold
and whose goal
does this meet?
making half-assed promises
that you'll never uphold
whoever told you
molded you
into a narc-y asshole
miss or mister
truth be told
this is not being
a lover
because no love
is this cold
this is cowardice
wrapped in
actions
excessive and bold
full of fooling
self and other
in its ends and
folds
this generation
of penny-pinching
assholes
you make love so
cheap
with your bargains
and trolls
'oh time is running'
but you won't run out
I swear
by all the world's gold
but
you're fuelling the wrong engine
if you think
you're not seeking
a little bit of love
on the roll
you sleeping fool
wake up
you're wasting your coal
make up your mind
about this role
with what little you know
and the lot you seek
because yes, you work day and night
to subsist, you might
but for art, you live
and for love
you would die
don't
lie.
don't confuse it
with your daily chores
and desk-bound lores
admit it now
it was never for sale
you would know
only
If you opened your eyes more
you will see
it hasn't to do with
merely being payroll
and that is your truth
simple and whole.
By Shubhangi Anuragi
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