Love Is... Poem by Thati pramod sai

Love is a fancy fanatic traumatic game
Unlike magic no reason to name
Heart bears the blunt to blame
Its failure is like invincible flame
It has power to take one to stars
Lest one has to dwell with debris
Life is all about love, war and hate
Each has sharpen ends like never ending fate
Love makes oneself unknowingly mad
Psychologically and mentally making things bad
When love journey turns sad
Its a gods trap many a times
To teach even tough crimes
Physical agony makes one strong
Mental torture sad times quite long
It's the only thing of easy entry
Life finds no easy exit even a centry
Love a toughest thing in many means
Only quite a few with happy ends
Rest collecting the fractured memory bends
Failure is an easy matter in success
But some take life in mental ruckus
Love had made some excess
Only to give life a recess
That's there is more beyond it
Which is ever difficult to get
Tragedy that everyone makes it let
Not knowing what it is yet?
From child to old its common
Universalised infatuation attraction crave
lustfulness generalisation
Loosing its divine calibre of love
Only to commit not realising above
Most used and most told word
Only few know what it actually behold
God might be in hangover
Only to know how it's over
For creating love like amrita
How we made it toxic venomous vendetta
I still love you my love
Nevertheless knowing how? ?