Selflessness is quite
An admirable quality
Which we put on a pedestal
To look at it.
Seeking it in others
When we’re sick to the core
And our mind
Couldn’t conceive possessing it.
The gesture of grand love
Bringing also a lot of pain
In the souls of poor
Humans whose happiness means making the others happy.
I didn’t fall in love with you,
Oh, how I wish it had all been true,
Instead, I jumped in the depths of the ocean
Not afraid of losing my oxygen.
Because my air belonged to you –
My soul, and my love, they did too –
Besides, not even the dark
Could have kept us apart.
You were my light in obscure places,
My spark of hope in difficult tenses;
The moon and sun you were at times,
The pure inspiration materialized.
The loss of you shattered me,
It broke my soul and brought misery.
My muse now gone I can’t ignite,
Although being a matchstick is what I like.
