Love

                           Love

 

How shall I name it? The passion or fire,

Now covert, then overt, dear then dire,

Deep as an ocean, or just a gusty steam,

A whirlpool, a wave or a flitting dream!

 

Fidelity, piety in a younker’s erring eye,

A fanciful wish, decoyed in grave sighs,

A rare troth, in abundance a blatant lie,

Wert love a chameleon? ‘neath the sky.

 

Glamour and designs knit, just one trick,

The loving heart, they would fondly flick,

Sweeter than honey, oozing tears of gall,

Lured to bumpy road, lover’s piteous fall.

 

Never a fixed mark, one moving shadow!

An agile apparition, on the lush meadow,

Usually blights the bloom, in life’s prime,

And to the ruins, beating its rueful chime!

 

Love’s a force, a propulsion or just a drive,

To lure its victim, half dead and half alive,

To the realm of fantasy, and sham charm,

The love’s salve, were to bruise and harm.

 

 

 

May be fascination, a flux or the snare,

A lover duped, a scenario conjured fair,

Tempting, bewitching and so soothing,

Alluring and tantalizing, to end vexing.

 

The love steals, calmly on the nervy naïve,

Always with an ace up, in its tricky sleeve,

A sweet delusion, a designed net look fair,

Therein the naïve, sinks in mire of despair.

 

And nothing of me please, thou ask more,

Love’s the song, a sea of charm sans shore,

One feels its soft touch, in its mellow tones,

In the throes of love, linger in awful groans.

 

One may praise love, adorn or beseech,

With eloquence, if were given of speech,

Where one’s stabbed and then drenched,

Sanguineous in love, its spear quenched!

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, April 11, 2026