Call Of Love Poem by L.P Omar

Alone! Really; I am too alone,
Why this Solitude?
It is too bitter.
That I worshiper & grim fans of Love.
Then why in this life is so solitude?
Fie unlucky love!
Where are you?
Why aren’t you disturbing me?

Ho Angel of love; (Venus) don’t you know?
Without love; in this life as if Nugatory
Am I not Forge by blood and Flesh–
As like as all another lovers?
Then why aren’t you seized to me?
Ho Angel of love; don’t you understand?
Without love; that I cadaverous through alive
Then why aren’t you called me; aren’t Grasped?

Ow, I’ve understand! Then do you want to say?
Am I not your Worshiper?
Not your Mendacious, Not your Votary?
Nor then my body’s blood & Flesh–
As like as all another lover?
Then go on tell me; without love alas!
Why in this life appears to be Vacuum or zero?