Abhishek Pramanik

Rookie (05-11-1990 / Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India)

Beyond Love


We all know we have one heart
An organ it is but such is its beauty,
For when it loves someone, it does depart
The reasons of nature and society’s duty.

Beyond Love, this heart knows nothing
It’s task it feels, is not to know anymore,
The hand of its beloved it needs to be clinging
Like shimmering sand accompanying the sea shore.

Like fireflies during dusk it lights and shines
Like clouds on a rainy day it comes and goes,
Those lonely feelings within which it whines
Neither happiness strikes it nor empty sorrows.

It stands to discard all what u and I stay
What society preaches it finds demeaning,
Like an unfelt breeze in a windy bay
The pursuit of love is its one and only meaning.

Like the blossom of unknown flowers
Like the flow of youth from a fountain,
It feels beyond pain and yet it showers
Those affectionate feelings, like a strong mountain.

In the spring of bliss in which it resides
The flight it takes like a tender dove;
I hope this heart could notice besides
Being woven in perpetual and endless love..

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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