Second Love Poem by Sanjukta Nag

This is for the person
Who showed me what is first love,
This is for the person
Who showed you what is first love,
And this is for that first love
Which never turned into a last one,
For that love did not last forever.
It destroyed the dreams of foolish dreamers
Like me, like you,
It taught the naïves like us
Everything of love doesn’t always become true.
So, this is for those false lovers,
Who changed our every hope into delusion
Who wrapped gifts for us with icy desolation.
And this is for us too,
As we waited patiently for miracles to happen
Like moon sometimes shines blue in the sky
Sometimes glows red when people die
Screaming their first lover’s name,
Till their throat’s each vein
Burst into unbearable pain,
And they choke with their own blood
Helplessly surrounded by impossibility’s flood!
But life doesn’t stop, so we learn to cope
Each day we see sun and reincarnation of hope
From the windows of our heart.
Sometimes we yearn for the stars and the moon
In the sky of a dazzling noon,
And maybe, maybe we get a glimpse again
Of the love that never dies.
The love of giving everything
Until we are left with nothing.
Thus, with our eyes of gleaming tears
We start looking for a someday
That will one day
Bring for us the second love of tomorrow.