scorn lies not..
in the greed imbued forlorn look..
mallice takes a new place , a new meaning..
these are but emotions..
banal and deprecating..
i hear a knock..
at the door..
could it be the much awaited happiness ?
hope as greed remains..
the knock persists..
and against will, wishful thinking persists..
'tis indeed happiness at my door..
alas she has the wrong address..