Unknown You

By G BHARGAV

That speck of life left out

in the seed or sperm

went on a quest in the wild

to find the host

in the soil or female.

Call it love or lust,

could be care or compulsive.

Ceasing not there.

Adding flesh and fantasies.

Spreading shade and sorrow.

Isn't there a hunger

to taste the source?

Why don't you find out,

who the hell are you,

before the death answers.

By G BHARGAV