Immaterial World

Their words have kept me stun,
They can break hearts for fun,
Even then they think of earning fame,
When playing these materialistic games.
She comes to me with modest love,
A witch dressed in princess's glove,
She keeps fondling my timid body,
Sometimes nervous, sometimes naughty.
She says She's different to me but She's not,
She has been much like others a lot.
She keeps thinking someday it'll pay,
Her way to materialistic games all day.
I try to keep myself on hold,
She is hands full of love in every fold,
She is pretty, and she is bold,
But her heart frozen, ice and cold.
Today I see a girn on her face,
Starring me, in my darkest space,
Still feeling these things get admired.
And we all live with our material desires.
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