Knows only the almighty why is it so,
When thrown into an arena,it harms like a wounded tiger!
Young kids call it betrayal,but it is a facet
Love like all of us,has an animal within itself.............
People misjudge...and blame it ignoring its exquisite refinery
All of us-hypocrites,as we praise it when we fall in its bosom..
Olivia's plague holds an exception,which shook with its sharp spear
The wild image of it run parallel to a man's sense of temper
It is an illusion,whose spirits resemble to that old bottle of whiskey
You gulp it down to intoxicate yourself but too costly to buy it worth money
One fails to identify his emotions at times,and blames it for love-----
Oh!you shouldnt cry if you are rewarded for your wrong decisions
Love- a different perception for men,women and kids
Once you taste the syrup,you whisper to your own self-Love....is it?
2 comments:
the best part abt da poem is it's name. Love..is it? d first dilemma dt a prsn faces wen thy fall in luv..painful yet beautiful..
very nice........the thought is almost tangible
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