Love is not the name of wineless cup
Love is not the gracious lip kiss
Not the offerings to God
Or not the recitation of the scriptures
Love is not the name of God or goddess
Love is not the name of any sanctuary
Not the annual pilgrimage to holy place
Or not the doomsday of a life
Slaughter-house or the scaffold stage
Keen machete or self-made hanging rope
Poisoned thorns or the hemlock cup
Love is happy to enjoy self-sacrifice
The molecules of heart are divided into atoms
To survive in that existence is the name of love
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 25,2026
Bangladesh
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