Emasculated Love Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

My love is love no more;
My heart does not dance and play,
My joy of love is no more enjoyed;
My love fetches dejection and rejection.
The world is always there to kick and violate,
My rights of love and dignity denied,
My existence feels pain and pain only,
Well is unwell and unwell is well.

Thoughts are shadowed by frustration,
And the idea of happiness vanishes from the world,
Then I hold my pen and paper,
The words of my failures and sorrows;
Appear in words on the paper in red,
Feels myself in robbers grip,
No way to fill the colours in my dream
To hide the bouts of frustration.

All rob and rub my conscience,
Body and soul ploughed,
Broken heart aches in the filthy ocean,
Putting a question mark on my self and motion.
Love is not loved any more,
It looks dark from all angles,
Hell! This is love?
Only naked bodies to deceive.

I walk with my love elite,
But walking, sulking shame is my only bed fellow,
My soft heart plagued by sores,
Here Freud also failed and not cared,
For my emotions, no body cares;
Want to blast my self like bubbles,
My love waiting for a new dawn,
My breezy night, my love you will surely come.

My love to my sister dear is treated surreal,
I fear the laughing jacks,
Do not let me sooth and love my sister,
My love to her, declared meaningless.
Ordered to stop, sans goodnight to my women,
That aside me lay to love the night so gray,
While the seekers of artificial love make hay
But in dreams of day they crave, I cry one night to sleep.