ANOTHER DEATH OF LOVE

She was not loveless, she was not helpless,
In care of the gilded she was careless;
How could have i retain'd her and her love
Being helpful, loving, caring as her reserve ?

No vital of me, did she love resent,
A 'maverick' she spurn'd my being pedant;
And what suggest to whom rightful she thinks,
Even she would defend her wrongs no winks !

Immodest, wayward, she compromised
With none of things austerely humanised,
And grew listless, my being critical,
To anything that opposed social moral.

Thus, love of unequals travelled death bound,
Pleasure-and-sense bonding endless never found;
The straying young hormones always ran wild,
And like free radicals she broke the guild...

I wonder why then God united us
To share some pain, pleasure together 'cross
A time and space so brief before we split -
More painful than the pain of life's retreat !!

--- N P Samal

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