Love – Delhi Poetry Slam

Love

By Lochoi P John

“Love’ to’Me is…

L ove of youth doesn’t almost contain love
O nly appearance being measured, hence
V alues of love we’ve shattered to wave
E ffect is none other than that of divorce
        
A bba’s love, hasn’t anyone measured, He’s 
G iven once for eternity to all 
A las! This story hasn’t struck many hearts
P leasure being termed ‘Love’ by a fool;
E vening daters mushrooms, out of homes.

F ar be it that attraction be termed ‘Love’ what 
I s inner, let not external partake
L est broken families sprout at length.
I t’s true, attraction is immediate like
A nimal’s instinctive led act, but love needs
L ong, enduring sacrifice not for self but others.

E ver need is true love, not emotion, attraction. 
R eason out, thus equipped to refrain it
O nly then, broken, orphan can cease in action.
S uch love goes beyond pain, stain, till end. 


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