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Slave to Love
Created to belong to the one soul For whom my heart would beat Rhythmic beats of thirsting desires I have, Since times immemorial Enjoyed this state of being A slave to Love! Why, loving requires patience, Submission, abandoning my throne And even accepting to disrobe my soul Among gaping crowds, Made of souls who understand not That I am the whirlpool, raging forth And Love, remains The river bed, calm and soothing To allow me to simply keep on being! Why, being the slave of love Allows me to imbibe in gloomy souls The musical tunes of love, tuned correctly Of course, meaning solely To give their hearts wings As to wish to experience its magic too! Pray, being the slave of love Requires of me to be virtuous Made of morals, of principles, of tears, Of blood, of forgiveness, of acceptance, Of blinded will, why, of passion, So deep and so fragile, that it can be Mistaken to be a natural calamity at times And a fragranced flower at others! Of love have I made my master, As such was willed to me by the skies I have accepted it and am ready to die for it If need be, Though the lover in me yearns to be held in Between warm palms and to be asked Of why is it that I still hold on Even if doing so implies swimming against the current! A slave of love am I Enjoying it as long as I have enough strength to Dancing on its tunes Meditating on its peace Writing of its hidden meanings Waiting for it, waiting As the drowning do, For a hand to pull them up! For Contest Slave to Love Written on 3rd July 2019
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