My Love Poem by J T Jayasingh

My Love

There are barriers, barricades,
Hiked huddles and barbed fences;
My love is staggering
To flow freely here;
Only echoes are heard
Of the chronic cry of my love;
All the doors are closed here
In the name of conventions;
But oodles of old stock are stored inside;
I am afraid, it may stink and decay
And turn into a toxic venom.

The robust birds are calling,
The bushes and trees,
The evanescent sun,
The ever-changing sky,
The magic tune of cosmos,
All are calling me.

All the doors are shattered,
I dissolve,
My love dissolves and evolves!

-J.T.Jayasingh