Come to the
periscope

of old longings
focus on a

century of pain
how can love

be so blind?
But what is love?

A story that
trickled down

from lip to lip
a myth that

still behaves
like the rose

smells good
but unmindful

and ouch
its thorns *****

So, what is love?
Waiting, I think!

by Nikhil Nath