Poetry

Love is all-pervasive
It’s a web of lovers and beloved.
Love is a purely concentrated attention.
That evolves far-reaching love-enchanted eye.
 
Love is an intuition
Naturally inherent in man.
It is love that breeds love
It is love that breeds hatred as a mischievous violent passion.
It is love that tenderly softens the heartless heart
Through re-awakening compunction.
 
To love and be wise is impossible at the same time
As love results in loss of life,wisdom, and riches
If it is done in an unbalanced narrowly-viewed way.
As the story of Paris and Helen bears testimony of it.
 
What is love ?
Do the so-called lovers nowadays really know it ?
Who are tightly caught up
In a web of lies and deception
Who exaggeratedly use the flowery language of love
To satisfy their evil purpose.
Without really knowing and indentifying them.
It is nothing but the aberrant behavior of their hollowness.
 
So love in a checked and balanced way
That assures progress and prosperity in life.
For it is a sacred thing
No one has the right to make it polluted.