What Is Called Love Is a Mystery

What is called love is a mystery
I leave my father, I leave mother
The ones who love  much better
But cry for one with only half love

What is called love is a mystery
I do not know how it joins two
The ones who are strangers in life
But are ready to die due of love

What is called love is a mystery
If I know the factory it is made
If I know the executive directors
I would plead change of its brand

What is called love is a mystery
Happy to enter but bitter to leave×2
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace