ADDICTION

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.