In love, why do we feel the pain?
It scars the heart, and leaves behind stain.
Does pain make us really wise?
Or, cuts the feelings of our hearts to size?
Does love soothe, or make us uncouth?
Love is for the old, and the youth!
In love, why does the heart waver?
Anything else, except pain, does the heart favour?
Why do tears run down, like rivulets of blood?
Not just the heart, the entire soul, they flood!
Are love and pain Siamese twins?
Are they the heart’s two greatest sins?
If at all, love ever yields bliss,
I’ll be so unfortunate, that I’m sure to miss!
© 2009. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.
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