Love
Those who don’t love me don’t hate me either.
What they would have loved is absent in me.
Those who claim to love me love something else.
What they love is that which I can offer, nothing else.
Where there is beauty, wealth, knowledge…, there love goes.
But, put my soul here and see; to love it nobody does.
I love those who don’t love me for before them,
I stand to lose nothing; no favours for them.
Nothing too do I expect from them in reality
Since love is all about giving and taking in reality.
I am thus glad that in no love there is love.
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
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