Veneration Poem by Deep Yadav

When this world will turn into ashes
Still our love will smoulder inside the heap of dead,
In that darker days
When air, water and light cease
The smoke of our love
Will form the life again

We will be the God of love
We will be the blessings of him,
We will be the prayers
And the fruit of it;

Greeks will portray it on stages
And make you the goddess Aphrodite
I— your lover Ares
Ovid will write on us
In the book Metamorphoses

One day
The scholars will search in ancient text
And the students shall read
Which love path we walked
Which we tread,
Yet no one will know the truth
Where we came from
Or where we lived,
Some will say in ocean
Some prove it in air
Some explore us through art
But they will never know
That only place we lived
Is in each other's heart;

So, acquiesce — my love!
On these terms of love
Acknowledge the turmoil going in your heart
And grant the solace to my pining-yearning soul,
My love is like burning Sun
Always seeking earth to give a meaning to its rays;

My love!
If you are still hesitant,
Then change thyself in flame
I'll prove my veneration
Transforming into Moth.