The Aptitude Of Love Poem by Purusottam Chuli

Love and film are like two parallel lines,
Never reciprocal; One is badly needed
For material prosperity of another only;
And not vice-versa.

Love demands no bridal clothes
Nor outward dizzy singing-dancing;
For divorce would have met its doom ere long.

Force is its step-parent and
Lies -chicanery, stepsisters
Conspiring to send it to heaven.

Love can't ever be the monopoly of man;
For we feel the sovereignty of love
In a dog-cow-horse also.

Love is, then, no babel nor the handiwork
Of the so-called saints -female and male;
Rather, it is the daily scenes of wear and tear
Ending in bringing happy child up;
For child is the father of love.
(Forget not, infant Krishna is
More loved than Radha-Krishna) .



Love is something internal, felt
In the core of heart if the same is
Prepared for it. Otherwise not.

One loves pictures while another
does God's glory; still another takes
fish-meat and some others have
likeness in food Sattvic;
Some roars like sea-beach
As the rest prefers to be silent vale.

Whatever be the aptitude,
Love would serve its purpose
If it is capable of prevailing
Peace of mind for ever.