From the tale of I and my lover, I keep asking, wanting to discover of what manner is the love that stuns men and of what fashion is this emotion that daze them
for what love is I know not but only of its flaws and its rot
but men do I hear speak of the good or should I say, its seeming livelihood.
That love for them I hear to be a diamond; dazzling and fulgurous like an almond
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This love can be likened to stepping on a broken glass. You step, you feel nothing, then a pleasurable pain then blood. Then unpleasurable pain then more blood. Then loss of comfort for a few weeks and life keeps moving on.
Really an insightful rendition elegantly brought forth with a tinge of humour. Well conceived and brilliantly crafted with conviction. The chronic disease of addiction is aptly captured in the poem. Thanks for sharing Anu.
I think i am going to be addicted to this poem. I keep coming back to it.