A word under whose weight, we rise or crumble.
A path along which star-crossed lovers stumble.
In whose name, battles are lost and won.
Under whose shadow, empires come undone.
For whose sake, lives, we sacrifice.
With enough imagination, even believe our own lies.
Interactions considered innate in base animals,
We have called 'love' and drawn parallels.
We classified as conjugal, paternal, maternal,
Fraternal, and of course, let's not forget eternal.
Yet elusive and evasive, in what it might truly represent,
We who convince ourselves most loved, seem most content.
Love in all its vast vividness. CP
Is this love....a great write indeed Roshni - with every aspect/type examined.10 from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
You have looked at love very uniquely there...nicely composed poem...good...10