What Is Love Poem by Trailakya Roy

Some say God, some say foul
Some say it destroys a soul
Some say bogus, some say pure.
Some say it's a disease, has no cure
Some want pleasure, some want fame.
Some say frankly it's a good game.
Some are happy, some are sad,
Some are in jail, some are mad.


Some make cry, some do fight.
Some are in dark, some are in light.
Some become poor, some become rich
Some lose their sleep, some gets peace.
Some get heaven, some get hell
Panacea or pain - cannot tell.