Is't any more alive now--true love?
Say, if not dead this treasure trove?
That, the bidders, like Romeo and Juliet,
Had with their sufferings ensoul'd it?
Be it Majnun's turning a jungle reside,
Or be it Othello's rueful suicide;
Isn't buried deep each legend
Under today's paraded love vend?
And I shan't bring Shakespeare to mine
If you got me love to define,
For love today is just an outing
And alters for the new like anything.
Love is now ripped, love is now frayed,
Love is a call away--so low-minded;
So money-bent, so fragile it growingly gets
Through colleagues, and exes, and dates!
Wild love mushrooms everywhere,
Like weeds in the polluted mere,
The carnal flares burn this fleshly affair
Ere melting into smoke in the air.
No violent waves, no drastic wind,
No clouds to hide the North Star behind;
But love is shipwreck'd or retired
Unlike the unshaken bark of the Bard.
Say if love today endures brief times?
Say it doesn't alter with rhythms
Of whim, of guile, of force, of greed
Or change the course for selfish need?
By the partner's brutish sabotage
0r the impostor's contrived outrage,
Or to pastime, phobia, or wage,
Hasn't true love been held hostage?
Will you honestly admit to
That love is anymore limited to two?
Say that love, with 'polygamous share',
Is not now a 'moresome' affair?
True love, to affirm, is a lost force.
That is why love bends no remorse.
Masqueraded by the unjust,
Now Love is none but 'love for lust'.
--- N P Samal
That, the bidders, like Romeo and Juliet,
Had with their sufferings ensoul'd it?
Be it Majnun's turning a jungle reside,
Or be it Othello's rueful suicide;
Isn't buried deep each legend
Under today's paraded love vend?
And I shan't bring Shakespeare to mine
If you got me love to define,
For love today is just an outing
And alters for the new like anything.
Love is now ripped, love is now frayed,
Love is a call away--so low-minded;
So money-bent, so fragile it growingly gets
Through colleagues, and exes, and dates!
Wild love mushrooms everywhere,
Like weeds in the polluted mere,
The carnal flares burn this fleshly affair
Ere melting into smoke in the air.
No violent waves, no drastic wind,
No clouds to hide the North Star behind;
But love is shipwreck'd or retired
Unlike the unshaken bark of the Bard.
Say if love today endures brief times?
Say it doesn't alter with rhythms
Of whim, of guile, of force, of greed
Or change the course for selfish need?
By the partner's brutish sabotage
0r the impostor's contrived outrage,
Or to pastime, phobia, or wage,
Hasn't true love been held hostage?
Will you honestly admit to
That love is anymore limited to two?
Say that love, with 'polygamous share',
Is not now a 'moresome' affair?
True love, to affirm, is a lost force.
That is why love bends no remorse.
Masqueraded by the unjust,
Now Love is none but 'love for lust'.
--- N P Samal
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