Love Stolen... Poem by RUP POKHAREL
Love Stolen...
Hungry was the street
Lying before me
Thirsty was the soul
Helping guiding me.
Unwired Dickensian slum
smiling nearby
On low tune satire
Whispered- ‘love kills and heals’.
My legs bewildered,
My sense unnerved,
My head stooped,
Yet, my thirsty soul guided me.
My legs had to reach me
To far woods
To kiss the grave of my other-half
And let her know-her lost son found.
Alas! I met her
With, all skeleton scattered
Grave broken and torn
And the wedding ring stolen.
I am of the firm opinion that Love- Divine Love can only create and never kill. Let us love all and serve all.Pl. see some of my poems on Love in the PH.
its a nice poem. a good way of putting your feelings in words. pl read some of my poems too and send your comments. take care
love kills and heals...A truth rediscoverd! A Very touching poem of love has touched me...
Beautifully expressed. Words are meaningfully scattered around the verses.
very well written, a bit negative, nothing wrong wtih that, nice to read, great job
Beautiful Poem. Loved It especially this line 'Unwired Dickensian slum'.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:04:34 PM # 1.0.0
a beautiful personification of the hungry streets...i also liked the usage of Dickensian slum to describe stolen love.. very nice..keep writing.