IRONY OF HUMAN LOVE

Sometimes warm like oozes from a hot spring

It fulfils with its balmy flow deep into our being

Making us feel the divine in the ordinary thing

In  empathies, kindnesses and profuse feeling ;

But sometimes so cold, casual, whimsical, specter thin

Distant like a star though bodily in the offing

Killing with unconcern, words and actions so unfeeling

Biting with its indifference, though in the closest ring ;

Sometimes a lonely walk in a crowded street

Under the pale beams of an overshadowed moon,

Caught in potholes of destiny to stumble and bleed

For the healing touch of a hand, love’s greatest boon ;

Each sigh from human heart structures a monument of love

In dales of mutually inclined souls, with blessings from above.

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI

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