Love Is A Farce Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

Love is a farce
For if you love
Somebody
Would you not be
Happy if he's happy
Loving someone else?

Would you not be happy
If you see him seeking
Love and happiness…
Somewhere else?

No!

You'll feel sad.
You'll feel jealous.
You'll feel morose.

Your love is farcical.
For if you really loved him
You wouldn't bind him with
Oaths, promises and obligations.

You would let him
Freely flow…
If he realises that you love him
And he is able to feel the same
For you, he'll remain with you
And will never go.

But don't bind him with prayers and pleas
As if you want to live on his mercies....
For if love has to happen, it will happen.
No matter what, no matter how far you are,
No matter how close you live, yet so
Distant you are....

But if love doesn't have to happen,
Then no matter what you do, he'll
Never come back to you....

So set him free
And enjoy this freedom
Of unrequited loving without
Receiving any....

For if you truly love him,
Let love not be a farce,
Never a binding, nor an expectation,
That he'll love you as much as you do,
For his happiness may be within him,
With others, or with you, but wherever
He's happy, let him be....for if you truly
Love him, won't you be happy, just seeing
His happiness, wherever he is....with himself,
With her, with them, with him (? !) , or with you!