Love's Prison Poem by Neela Nath Das
Love's Prison
I'll put a
red red sign
after my marriage
with you,
on my fore-head.
Worshiping God,
I'll cook for you!
You will say,
the words of love
without any pretension.
And there will be no
falsehood or lies
on the way of our life.
My friend told these
words to her lover.
Her lover said- - - -
Dear, I'll rather
have my meal
from any restaurant.
Please, don't try
to love me,
or cook for me,
because, I'll hate
to be in
love's prison!
Allan, I wrote this poem, thinking a simple plot on a relationship which might have reached to marriage.After marriage most of such relationships turn stale, boring.We must take care of our personal likes and dislikes too.But, we forget that and keep busy ourselves doing the household works keeping aside our silted emotion.Thanks for focusing on the thought. |
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4/24/2024 6:07:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! Nice. I often wrestle with ownership vs. a couple purely based love This subject recently inspired me to write a few verses called I own the woman very nice, keep them coming! !