Reformation Of Love Poem by Subrata Ray

Hey Fake -Remake!

Why do you say,
So many words of love,
Why?

While you flatter,
While you utter,
Empty is your cup.

The love Divine,
The miraculous wine,
Needs oozing tears,
A -haunting cry from crisis,
The sorrow to miss,
The ever pouring bliss,

You need not write to be a poet,
You need not preach the sermons,
What you need is farming,
The allotted garden of yours,
And uprooting the parasites of impulse.

Ah! Love manifests,
Where purity is the best,
And yours body turns to a temple,
The echo of love from within,
With luminous light comes as bell.