Though, They Had Many Arrows In Their Quiver.
I left a burning lamp of love at a place,
Where I thought there was no love.
Though, I saw many intellectuals in that meet,
Yet what was lacking was human touch.
Though, beauty was spread all over there,
Everyone was seeing yet insight was missing.
Though, all hearts were feeling the pain of separation,
Yet what was lacking was sincere crying eyes.
Though, they had many arrows in their quiver,
Friends are plenty around yet enemies are very less.
Friday, February 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical