SYNTHETIC LOVE

Love is
Like the roses
You bought
 From the corner store
Or ordered
Over the phone
Grown and nourished
By other hands
Because you have money
Or the plastic rectangle
Heart's desire
On credit
Like the woman
Who received them
With a smile
As lasting
As the synthetic fragrance
Sprayed on them
When you bought them.

~Siddharth Sanyal~

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