Its d*mn easy.
To write poetry
on feelings as lovely
surely soulful
as lover's fantasy.
Its reality
that bites
The credentials
are at loss
It creates vacuum
when given a room
I feel sorry
For poets like me
And their poetry
Which borders love
and its fine artistry
A poor can gain nothing
Frankly speaking
what sense and sensibility
can we regain in heartbroken
feelings of a looser in love?
Love can be best known
only when you love alone
BUT a poem on love
can give lessons on
to grow compassion
to be loving and caring
For every bit that
deserves a touch of healing.
Soumita Sarkar Ray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-on-love-3/
