The Symbol Of Love Poem by lalitha iyer

is dove
the symbol of love
nesting for a single mate
resting with the singled taste;

when they love
in days past
they had faith in their hearts
and chaste were the women
who had no counterparts;
and men counted more
the maid within
jewelling the maid without,

now they say
love is bedding,
no beads please-
only seeds with ease
mothers are no more
angels from heavens
any man can litter
his non ending matter
fathers father their fatherless grandsons
mothers wife their wifeless youngsons
they say they too love
those who buy the same packs
to bed a wife, a daughter
and a wayside junk

the symbolic love
sinking into the sinks
relationships stink of
intentional pokers
love stenching with matters
that which matters thrown to waters
man to woman beauty lost in quarters
drugged with harmones
love is defined in new moons

now love is advertised
with marketed preventives in guise
medias project
and modern day forgets
every emotion in Innocence
flowers in fullest sense........