Mesmerizing the unseen cuddles,
The love and care that never transpires,
Is it the passion of the nation?
Or the parallel world's invention?
Does love exist?
In heart like a fist.
Is it a bouquet of elation?
Or handcuffs to one's exhilaration?
Is it easy on the eyes?
Or a dismal surprise?
Is it a rivalry of tug o war?
That flips as hug o war.
Is it always bilateral?
Then what happens to unilateral?
Brooding in my shelter.
As I couldn't find the perfect partner.
~Pallavi Gangwar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem