O Love! Poem by shuvo chakraborty

O love, reveal your true state,
Thou who reigns on human souls,
Lording all passions of sublime mold,
Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate.
Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless
To overcome the breathing necessities,
Manoeuvreing souls twin in flesh and blood
Overjoying in vanishing paradise with bridal gaiety;
Never be transparent, nor an open page,
Weaving fancies in per heart excellence,
But often eludes, then rage is born,
Driving unfair tempest illicit born, making no sense.
If one travels to your cascading length that
Troubles ever overseeing actual gains,
Found later thousand languishing souls
In wanting strength or in your golden cage
Receiving disappointing pains.
Still the very word adored and propounded
In thy name pious, putting numerous riders valiant
To be tossed in fickle waves,
Whilst passion recedes with tide in beloved hearts.
None can decipher thy high hopes,
Aging acquaintances wither in rusting vase,
Bleeding souls howl at your tall pretence.
But in spite of all our weal and woes,
Thou indebted us lending divine ethos,
Once at least in lives brief tenure.