Call That Love Caused By No Cause Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

By laws of logic nor habit,
Love just happens, not can cause it.

Dwell in no doubt, listen to me,
Passion and pull spring from deep pit.

Blossom on bowers know this well,
Their poem not by spring is writ.

Who knows this desert's secret spell?
Mirage gets made when hope gets hit.

A soft breeze wafted sans window,
Faith and trust matters are discreet.

What use mirror, what use is muse,
Poet's own light's when no more lit.

Wisdom tells us from ages long:
Call that love that hath cause, nor kit.
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Ghazal | 09.03.16 |