sometimes I wonder…..
if love is called an emotion sublime
why does it offer resistance infinite?
love for the unusual, unique ideas
stirs wrath, passion unrefined
leading to aggression, rioting minds?
loving a woman/man of a different caste
brands you in iron, a rebellious outcast!
love for another city or country
defames you as less patriot, brings infamy!
and a kind, caring nature, what of that
makes you the laughing stock, underdog
If sublime, shouldn’t love flourish?
a lamb, which would with gay abandon gambol
no curbs or boundaries or restraining ever
could curtail or inhibit love that is pure
Sometimes I wonder
if my thoughts needlessly wander
in a world so caught up in it’s fancy and splendour
That it has long forgotten a fact prime
That the world is but a single entity
how came it to harbour much enmity?