INDIFFERENCE

INDIFFERENCE

Strumming the strings of my harp
I went on to render a sweet melody
mellifluous music flowed in the air
the cry of my heart went in lyrics thus:
In love one first deceives
oneself and then others
and calls it romance
bee to the blossom
moth to the flame
each to his passion
what's in a name??????????
yet the good book says
to love is nothing
to be loved is something
to love and be loved is everything
the entire sum of existence
is the sheer magic of
being needed by just one person.
I stopped playing and looked up in askance
at my dazed looking lover
and all he did was
shook his head, stretched and said
TIME TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shobhna ravi

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