Love And Dust - Poem by Hardeep Sabharwal
LOVE AND DUST
'Nothing lasts, ' you said, gently tying
The laces of your fashionable jogging shoes,
With a glitter in your eyes,
That put our love in the morgue,
As if love is a race just to win a medal.
My mouth filled with the dust of your words,
Like a modern prep student I nodded.
The April sky laughed,
The blossoming flowers' fragrance screamed
In the most beautiful municipal park of the city.
Come take a rest,
My bed arms welcomed.
The puzzled street lamp covered with
The chase of a moth's love,
Laughed at the post-modern notions of love.
Your words are true, perhaps,
About the finiteness of things.
Even of love, as you said,
Eternal is just an ancient word.
But my heart shouted, you know,
One thing is there that still last forever.
So I turned myself into dust,
To make my love everlasting.
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