Love's Tragedy Poem by Subrata Ray

Love is an illusive chemistry.
Suffering records its history.
And the few spiritual giants
can solve its mystery.
The rest who deal with Love sucks the poison.
Being exhausted and bankrupt moan.

Faith comes as an Irony
Ideal to carry the cart
Lead to slaughter HOUSE
The old parents turn barren
And the squirrel leaves the mouse.

Blind fury for carnal pleasure
Stabs the Conscience and washes hands
Self inviting Salvery stands by strand.