Let’s Hope For Love Eternal
You possibly know, what is love indeed?
An unsullied sentiment…a frugal deed…
A tempest of heart…clash of impulses…
Devotion of last life or a moment’s need.
See! You’re naively in love,
For hearing cuckoo, not seeing dove
Is now your pet vocation; and not to be
Encircled with intimate crowd but ever in cove.
Touchstone falls short to measure,
Whether at work or in leisure,
Alluring, striking, intriguing it is –
With mingled stream of pain and pleasure.
Love as an amusing pastime,
Set in random, not in rhyme,
Absolves not even the loss of needle –
Is divorced as oil from water within no time.
True love truly makes you forgetful
Of innumerable blunders of your love-pull,
Indissoluble as water from milk,
Tightens the bond – is wonderful.
So let’s hope for love eternal
Devoid of physical ties several.
Fusion of form and soul,
Bury the stale, feel the vernal.
Excellent poem with a touch of class. The mystery that shrouds LOVE is analyzed in various angles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks☺