A God-Game... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Don`t take my words as gospel truth;
feel your heart and check them out.
Don`t float in a boat that sinks just in fear of a storm
and madly whirls in swirls of just a mad confusion.
Must you know, love is never a silver cream.
Must you know, it`s only trust that brings a divine beam.

True love never dies though days may wither;
Against the cruel time it is rooted far deeper
and like old wine with time gets daily richer.
Who should care what lies in the lap of near or far future?
When two hearts are ready to die for each other
and love the same as ever; what should they bother?

Confusion occurs to a feeble mind that believes in a circle.
Lovers may be close or far; their love survives whatsoever.
Brave minds know well that even in new moon love will sparkle.
Love is God-Game in which even a loser is a winner.