Love's No One-Way Street Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Fed by fertile tales of love well-leaven,
And fermented to sway young minds too far,
As childhood fantasies tad flavoured are,
I once thought: love was a rare gift given;
And spent all of nascent innocent age—
Early fair years of wide-eyed youthful life—
Nurturing, nursing this fairy image—
That love flowed only from alien breasts rife.

Yet, others too of same beliefs were blest,
And as I grew was chastened, if not wise,
When too late was to know: truth elsewhere lies,
That love's no one-way street, nor Cupid's darts,
Nor does it blossom as a springtime art,
Love emanates from both the human hearts.
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Sonnets | 01.02.10 |