Love Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Why do we talk about the love?
Why do even longs for the lass who aren't ours!
Do we see the love?
In the glisten reflection of sunlight in water
The perfect meeting
In the slow evening
Why do we care about the lass?
IS it for inevitable pleasure?
That comes in joy of night tryst
Or only to lick the lips
That flows you in the deep blue sea
why don't you get the pleasure?
Through the stars that dances at night
Alas! i admit i don't feel love
Which only drown in enigmatic illusion
People tipple behind me
What sort am i
Cruel Hearted