Pray, take those lying lips away,
Which sweetly, so sweetly swear lies,
Now that there is light of the day,
Clear are seen swollen lies in eyes.
I want my love as is to see,
Bring back kisses again,
Let them in vain all be,
Only when feigned vain is vain.
The love of life's no crime,
Nor love of love— it's prime.
So, take thine lying lips away,
Lies do hurt in the light of day.
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Musings | 32.02.2019 |
'A first rate poem', thank you Bernard, I feel elated by your encouragement.
The love of life is no crime, Nor love of love— it's prime.....I take a different view of love! Even with carnal desires, if two are perfectly united, that is a different dimension of love in....Well penned...10
Thank you Dr Swain, different views add colour to the piece. There could be as many views as are readers. Poetry is multi-dimensional in interpretation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The love of life is no crime, Nor love of love— it's prime.... //.... Absolute beauty of a poem. Love of love and love of life go hand in hand because they rely on each other with dedication and sincerity. It wouldn't be wrong if we call them two faces of the same coins. Even if there is commitment, there is also a need for social dignity to be observed in our relationships. Thanks for such a thought provoking poem.
Thank you Rajnish Manga for feedback. Your comments are spot on.