Desires are but the vapor of motion,
One breezes in when the other is shunned,
One drops in as another is bidden parting off,
And yet the heart twines a desire for love
Of unknown ease ever so often.
Desires are but the carcinogen of easeful frame of mind,
Making one bustling in the wishes of unusual lane
Of varied twists and turns.
O, desires are but the silent toxoid of life,
Bit by bit flaring out its extreme bites!
Live not the life of desires ever thus,
For desires are the cause of loss!C
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