Love Explained, Chapter 1, A Circle Poem by Ravi Kopra

A Circle

Love is a golden circle
on your next to the little finger
It puts you in a prison
makes you a slave for life.

You move in circles
you chase one another
It has like God, no begining, no end
It is a circle you move around all life.

If you move fast
to get away from the circle
Its trajectory is straingt
will throw you in a ditch for life.

And if you move slow
You will be stale, and stink
The stench will suffocate you
You may end your own life.

Love is a circle in red ink
drawn on a pink paper with
roses on its borders.
The circle could be like a leaf

of the peeple tree with an arrow stuck in it
Nevertheless a circle, an unbreakable circle.
You save the paper, the pink will fade away
the roses on borders will wither and die away.

What you cherished so much once
You spent sleepless nights without her
is nothing now but a circle on a faded paper
with withered rose flowers, and you a prisoner.