Love doesn’t always comes in bouquets
Petals scattered by wind too come
With as much love in many ways
But even this isn’t the whole sum.
It is like that rhyme that will write
Itself after years in insight!
Love doesn’t always come with a right
To say it simply wants to stay
And wants to use in sight its might –
This surely isn’t love’s own way.
Look at the nature lover and know
That saplings planted gladly show!
Love doesn’t always like headlights glow
To cut all the darkness away
It will like fireflies gently show
The site to cuddle in the right way.
It is like lines of poetry
That bind but yet will leave you free!
Love doesn’t always claim to be
The answer to tricky times
It never says it has the key
To misty, fuddy-duddy rhymes.
I think it’s like a glass of wine
With ageing that knows how to sign!
Love doesn’t always chant: You are mine!
Or has mantras to back its claim
Nor does it come with slogans fine
To put lesser slogans to shame.
A glance or caress will suffice
And sometimes silence is it’s choice!
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When I see love misinterpreted… a poem
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Arvind Passey
13 April 2016
