My Love Poem by Shipra Agarwal

My love is not a tree,
It doesn't grow roots
nor gives shade or fruits.
My love just flies free.

My love is not a house,
It doesn't have a roof or hiding places
nor pictures of smiling faces.
My love does hate espouse.

My love is a forest fire,
Once ignited it takes rest
only when there's no timber left.
My love is reckless satire.

My love is a flooded river,
It destroys everything it touches
to the sea it never reaches.
My love, go away before my love is here.