Second Year, Second Semester
Is being in love so delightful?
Some say, yes,
Some say, no.
Some say love is unscriptural,
Some say it’s inevitable.
Albeit the color of love changes
Once in a while,
Again love is endless as a desert
In a way.
If so why do lovers ditch their beloved?
Who’s so cherishing,
Who’s so convincing.
Really it’s so hard to get a lover’s mind!
What if we learn to love for being loved;
That won’t be physical,
There will be no betrayal.
That love will be only cerebral.