Destination

Obsessed with our destination,
A fanatical fascination,
We draw a metaphor to the 'moth'
Yearning for 'light' it doth

Unsure of fables,
Wobbling ,hurting & unstable
We still seek the 'ultimate joy'
Promised by the heart ; at end of the ploy

Beauties pass by,
All inviting and coy
With not so much as a glance
We hurry....say goodbye

In our quest for the treasure,
Our journey loses its pleasure,
To be happy at dusk
We barter our smiles , soul...
Our very 'musk'

Lemme seek some shade,
A bed of grass blades,
To soothe my eyes and feet,
Anguished , exploited by the pain and heat !

Sure, one should be smitten
The golden fruit should be bitten,
But lemme also enjoy the berries,
The succulent seasonal 'varies' !

Only future will behold
Whether i'll find joy
On reaching my gaol

Lemme brighten the presemt today
enjoy the journey....
And gift a few laughs on the way !