DRAMA OF LOVE

Skirts fly at will

Trousers move at a direction

Both have missions

And are attracted by each other.

When both meet at ‘twilight tale’

There’s always a ‘drama’

That goes with great passion.

‘Apples’ grow in ‘trees’

The ‘eyes’ behold the apple

With much eagerness to devour

But the apple is not willing to drop

Though ripe

For it has many admirers.

Looking at the apple with great passion

This apple I must pluck

I am stuck in the middle!

‘Spectators’ are many

All eyes are widened watching

All hands are widely opened waiting

For the apple to fall

In whose hands will it fall?

From being a spectator

I became a ‘player’

Now I’m in the game of passion.

As the game continues

So the passion whets

It’s a game one person must win

It’s all but a “drama of love.”

© June 2007