A Love, Mystical

by Venkat

A love made of strings
On a tender heart
Too taut, cannot bear
Too loose, does not feel
Too long, cannot measure
Too short, does not hold
Too thick, cannot grip
Too thin, does not last
Too smooth, cannot remain
Too rough, does not sustain
Strings from a medicine
Neither too much, nor too little

A nature mystical, of love
As ice, slips
As water, does not grip
As vapour, escapes

One gets as much
As held in hollow of palm
As long as made possible

One feels as much
As given to other’s palm
As long as made possible

One lives as much
As filled in hollow of heart
As long as made possible

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