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)