Desire is the root of all suffering.

In shadows, deep my wishes lie,
Desire speaks, a tempting sigh.
From ancient tales to modern woes,
It stirs my heart, but pain it sows.

Each yearning wish that dares to rise,
Comes with a cost, a heavy sigh.
In gardens light, I seek the sweet,
Yet I find myself at sorrow’s feet.

The Greeks warned of hubris’ fall,
Desires’ echo, a haunting call.
For what I crave can lead me blind,
In seeking more, I lose what’s kind.

So tread with care on dreams that gleam,
For desire’s spark can burn the dream.
In understanding lies our grace,
To balance want in life’s embrace.

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