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
I write poetry in my pen name Nikhil Nath and I let the reader "pry open the casket"