Sunday Poetry Special By Parvathy Ramachandran

A Piecemeal Of Love

No, I can’t
How can I love anyone else?
When he still lives within me.
How can I live without him, his recalls?
When he still lives within me.
How can I forget him soon, his anamneses?
When he still lives within me.
How can I live without him, his evocations?
When he still lives within me.
But this love is all a thoughtful fancy.
And let this imagery, in all artistry
make all branches and let it grow and
you can as many, as much you are.
But, love shouldn’t be betrayed!
Love shouldn’t be assaulted!
Love shouldn’t be feigned!
Love shouldn’t be plundered!
Love shouldn’t be abducted!
Love shouldn’t be seduced!
Love shouldn’t be a tomcat and least
love shouldn’t be a piecemeal,
a bushwalk and finally a theft of abuse.