Do you believe your love has wither'd you
And dragg'd you to the baleful arms of doom?
And dragg'd you to the baleful arms of doom?
Has it yet robbed you of your piled up values,
As folk do scorn you as pariah and loathsome?
Blame not love, for love is blameless, sacred,
And causes not sores or sufferings to the lover;
Love is emancipator for the oppressed,
Lessor of life and to renown torchbearer.
But not each one can be the lover, of worth,
Nor each that's loved can be worthy of love;
And love, when finds two lovers, true are both,
Does with the grant of heavenly boons approve.
If love of yours as banes on you have fallen,
Ere death does strike, to your domain return!!
-- N P SAMAL
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