He had the elixir of life
It’s mere possession made him shudder with pride
He thought he was immortal, he thought he was a god
He maybe forgot that even gods go to wars
Truth be told elixirs are natural beauties
Deep, pretty and filled with fatal treaties
The flowers grow where dead men rest
You asked me that when you knew best
Curses and blesses make up for gaps and inconsistency
Fresh and fun in the beginning but tiring as a duty
Fantasy and feeling is tasting what you never saw
Remember even artlessness can make originality thaw
Some things are felt less with the mind than your whole body
Trust your sharp instincts and not what’s gaudy
Certainly Doubtful 
So well written. Loved it
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Thank you so much that means a lot especially, since I’m a big fan of your poems. ‘For a poem’ and ‘For a poem pt 2’ still linger in my mind every now and then.
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Hehe thank you so much Kanjika. I find your work inspiring and believe or not you’re a much much better writer than me 😄🙏
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Thank you, I’m not sure it’s true but you’re too kind in your praises.
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Beautiful or should I say way too beautiful.
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Haha, thank you!
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you write with your heart.
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As always, thank you Paula I always try my best to do that.
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Interesting perspective through witty words
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Thank you!
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Beautifully penned poem, yet again.. 😊
Thank you for sharing..!!
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How beautiful this poem flows,just like an elixir 🙂
Congratulations xx
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Thank you!
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Lovely, very nicely penned.
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Thanks Christin!
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