Victim of Love
Her crime?
She fell in love
With whom?
The lovers
Now she must pay the price of love
What is that?
A broken heart; it must be torn apart; shred to nothingness.
She must face isolation, dejection, guilt and remorse
A heart that continues to fall..
Likened to liquid gold
Or a dirty sewer
An inevitable condition
A heart’s disease?
A heavenly blessing?
Whatsoever it may be
Her heart continues to fall
Like the drunken addict
Her persistence grows
Oh Cup Bearer! Bring me the cup!
More! Saaqi More!
For each cup the price is bloody tears.
(AJ poetry)