Treasure Island

V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Not Just For Love


A red rose
The symbol of love
Indicates that
Love is not
A bed of roses
But is a prickly path
To verify
That love can be achieved
Only when
You can bear
The pains of separation
And shed the tears
With silent smiles
Even if your soul is sieved
And your patience
Is deceived
The darkness of
Cloudy emotions
Make this path
Full of commotions
The cluster upon
The sharp pointed thorn
Torn bleeding heart
Makes the prickles red
And deceives the lovers
In a disguise
To embrace and rise
To pay the love’s price

Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014
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Composed on Feb 14,2014

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