Mysteries are always left unfold,
In the quest of finding oneself,
Some might find the ‘Love’ bold,
As if the bruises are left by elves.
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Love is convoluted causing one’s heart to strike,
Trying to be composed and normal,
even eros felt for the pulchritude of psyche,
The bond, making her immortal.
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Yet when it is controverted to self-love,
It becomes presumptuous and seems to perish,
The narcissus underneath is still believed to see the sky above,
After jilting the nymphs which he never cherished,
Still we sometimes say love involves infidelity,
even the Greek myth couldn’t deny,
when the suspicion of hera for Zeus pointed her asperity,
with all this time, left belied.
But for all in common, it is a maze,
an arduos and tortuous journey to endure,
but even the Daedalus and Icarus managed to escape,
fleeing themselves, their only cure.
~ Nandini Yadav
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