2003 Poetry

Love they say is a two-way traffic

as with tango, can’t be just one to dance it

What guarantee shall I hold from a man

wooing and asking for my hand?

Nothing you say except to

believe in every word he says

and every deed he does

If life is a gamble; ergo, love is a fumble

then in love, I must be

driven by a loose judgment

like a blindfolded stallion

galloping into the undefined path

takng risks devoid of warranty bliss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 07/25/03

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jgupta's picture

Very true!