This play’s title: Love, Lust & Dust,
Aptly implies a bitter tragedy life is.
With love it begins, an ecstatic start,
And onrushes through complexities
To climax: crazy satiation with illusive lust,
When we dance ‘as crabs in a boiling pot’,
Being with all the earthly pleasures drunk,
Not knowing what dread fate is to come next,
And then ends this play curiously heroic
In misery when everything: love – lust,
Turns to ashes, and at last, to odorless – dust.
Copyright © September 2, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
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So true, Newton!
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Thank you so much, Punam!! 🙂
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You are so welcome! 🙂
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Love it!
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Thank you so much, Mermaid!! 🙂
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Newton, an exceptionally vivid painting on truism. A masterpiece.
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That’s too high for me, Lance. Thank you so much!! 🙂
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My sincere pleasure, Newton. Well deserved!
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Such is life. It is purposefully created so that everything ends, but never ends well. Your poem really drives this home to me. It also reminds me that since nothing ends well, every moment must be enjoyed to its fullest.
Thanks so much for this poignant reminder!
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Thank you so much, Michelle. This is a wonderfully great comment!! Thank you again for being so kind!! 🙂
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My pleasure 😀
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Poignant! I am glad that I know the One who has conquered death and the grave. Thank you Jesus!
He has promised that: If a person believes on Him, even though they die, yet shall they live!
Ron
http://www.theburningheart.com
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Thank you so much, Ron, for this great comment! 🙂
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