Dibbendu Dwip Poet Free verse

A Life Without Love

Tell me, how will they love me? 
Really it is very difficult, how?
In the heart that contains 
The emptiness of the sky,
Can love ever go away there?
"He picked up
A leaky and cracked-bon boy,
When I wanted to paint a mark 
On his cheek as a memento of love.
I stepped back, fled.
He kept laughing, 
Continued to lough!”
Seeing her go away in such a fear, 
My laughter never stopped.
My laughter doesn't really stop,
By no means. How?

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Sand Blown January 29, 2021 at 1:10 AM ...interesting philosophical questions... to be brought up may feel as if one has been 'thrown up'....so, one may feel as an un-erasable existential stain....andt, this being as a phenomenon-ological situation it implies...perhaps...that a solution may be found beneath that symbolism called a reality....meaning, a perspective acceptance of both sides of a coin has it's tao-karma peace effects ......stan sand