a dog has overwhelming addiction for raw sticks of
bone,
gnaws them with immense fervour,
crushing them to finely powdered calcium with brutal
strokes of canine teeth.

the human tongue has an addiction for the slimy
texture of water,
swallows mammoth pints of ice water with the ticking
clock,
relishing the moist freshness, quenching the thirst
for insatiable desire.

a slab of iron has an addiction for acquiring coats
of rust,
the monsoon approaches, mighty droplets of rain drench
its surface,
transforming its shining body into rusty curled peels
projecting out.

the farmer has an addiction for rich cow milk,
deftly kneading the ripened teats,
thereby extracting a fountain of white cream into the
empty pail placed
below.

the spider has an addiction for spinning webs,
revolves incessantly with sticky juice emanating from
its legs,
developing a network of intermingled threads
glistening in the golden
sunlight.

some souls have a mounting addiction for tobacco leaf,
chewing it, blowing it into clouds of grey smoke,
rendering their hearts deficient of life bestowing
achromatic oxygen.

fishes have addiction for saline ocean water,
move at amazing speeds with their bodies slithering,
gasp for breath, dying within few seconds of isolation
from the sea.

all car engines have severe addiction for lubricant
oil,
sputter at regular intervals, whine like monsters,
emitting sparks of friction when divested of blood in
their veins.

i had a pragmatic addiction to survive,
had to consume many morsels of food and water to
achieve the same,
needed crisp currency notes as my sole artillery,
which appeared cumbersome to earn from impoverished
hearts residing beside
me.


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