Born To Love Poem by Sanjukta Nag

This poem is not for me.
This poem is not for you.
But for those people who failed to recognize their love.
Who do not know,
Even the confused song of a grasshopper can bring out the name…
A lover’s name for which they cried night after night cursing the moon.
Who do not show the bed sheets,
Wet with warm blood, dripped from their bruised heart…
A lover’s heart that had carried millions of joyfulness in a single moment for another equal one.
These lovers-
Once swore to each other by the name of Cupid to write their own love poem.
But now unchaining their hands,
They give up their fate in the hands of stars!
Those falling stars that can’t even change their own destiny of turning into ashes!
And still the lovers believe,
They were meant to be apart,
By disbelieving in that four letter word!
Love, that has the power to fill the shadows with sunrays,
Love, that can pour shower over a twelve years of scorched earth,
Love, that doesn’t lower itself to any theories of nihilism.
Yet they fall.
They fall out of love.
The new moon transforms itself into a full one
And then they try over and over again,
To regain,
What is lost!
Or what they had lost without realizing…
Their summer’s sunshine, autumn’s wine,
Monsoon’s rain and winter’s pain,
While reconciliation makes them sane,
Telling, that it must have been love.
The love that only needs to be taken care of by two people,
Who didn’t mean to be together,
But at the end of the day,
Who make themselves meaningful to each other.
And the secret of it lies in the deep coral reef of our hearts,
Which is- love only needs to be loved.
So, dive,
Dive into that core of yourselves to find the gem,
Which is called Love, from the time immemorial,
Which can be savoured without a denial.
‘Cause we are born to love and to be loved.