Lost Love Poem by Shankaran Kutty

The sunlight filled some happy soul
Darkness due, just for me
The grave is never our earnest goal
Hides the truth, our vanity

Fate tempts us with her brightest flowers
That hides the poison of a cruel destiny
Gold may fill our empty bowers
But no silver lining to exult in glee

The church bells toll at the end of day
But drunk from the crystal goblets of power
The paths of goodness, we lose our way
Egos ensconced in an ivory tower

Simple truths of world, a little love
The defined values of the human race
In this maddening lust of power somehow
We forget to warmly embrace

The hustling chariots of death has never
Welcomed anything but the soul
But still like fools do we endeavour
Mundane pleasures, still our goal.

What ambition, what rapacious urge
Lights up the path of the vile
For when all is over and sung the dirge
It is only the evil, in our legacy, pile

The joys of hearing a nightingale sing
The pleasures of a flower in bloom
Buried in pleasures that wealth does bring
Would only bring in more gloom

Lost in the pleasures of avarice
One forgets the pleasures of love
Simple pleasures of life we miss
Gifted by the one above

From teachings or thoughts rational
Sprouts not love’s tender feeling
It has to fill our hearts eternal
Be a part of our being

For those whose heart does yearn
For love, from their self does pour
When denied, their heart does burn
Till the day it will beat no more