A Fuss About The World And Love Is A Fuss About The Exact Same Thing Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It may seem quaint to say the world is love and love is the world
But my science exchanges intimacies with the interchangeable truth
It may seem too real to note the placid demeanor of the loved man
He never bitches about the neighbors or traffic or his coffee being cold

The limitations of love are the limitations of the world
If you cannot open your heart, you cannot move a continent
If you can't connect with another person, how can you connect with the world?
A world whose only continuity is the solace people find in each other

The expression of love is neither good nor bad
A tsunami in Indonesia kills 300 people but we don't take it personally
The enemies of tolerance are treated no less non-violently
Even though they march with guts full of repressed claims
Claims they made on living, what they felt they were owed
A bare knuckle community subsequently forced them underground
And now they turn on love, frustration is the Cain and Abel of love