Love Criminals Poem by V P Mahur

The stains of blood
Lead to a gaol
But the stains of feelings
Not punished at all
The one who sheds blood
Is called a murderer
But the one who breaks the heart
Faces no trial ever
What must be the punishment?
For the betrayal
Of relations and hearts
Which code you will apply
For the false flirts
And for those
Who on the true relation
Throw painful dirts
I know there is no reply
Here to apply
For the outer crime
Is visible by all
But the inner one
Is invisible at all
It leaves a scar
On the soul and heart
And for any such crime
There is no alert
The criminals of love
Must be inhumans
Their hearts are
The home of demons
Love is a humanity tribute
And the world’s sweetest fruit