‘Want’

The want of a sky
To fly really high
The want of a voice
To shout beyond the sky
The want of a lightning
To mute that cry
The want of a roof
To save if it strikes
The want of a living
To survive under roof
The want of food
To stay fit to survive
The want of a presence
When the life feels dry
The death of a want
Creates another want
It grows, multiplies
It unfolds, manifolds
No end to this road
A necessity bestowed

Desires, wants….don’t know why I wrote these. There never is a reason. I wanted to..Wants..Duh..