Poem : The Cliche of Love

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I have often wondered, on some nights,
when the sun did not set, and I turned off the lights,
that do I love this silence, or do I just like it,
shall I keep my mind calm, or shall I hike it?
And yet I find myself in quest for an answer,
of a wonderful cliche, i.e. what is love?
Maybe you can love your partner, or maybe your parent,
maybe you can love your sibling, or maybe someone different.
Maybe you can love a pizza, or maybe a cake,
maybe you can love the mountains, or maybe a lake.
Yet my question's answer still remains hidden,
as if talking about it is in itself, forbidden.
So let's just try to define it myself,
and then I will put the question back on shelf.
I feel that love is a four letter word,
used by many of us at many events,
and when we can't explain what we feel,
we use this word as an easy replacement.
It is a word having a lot of layers buried in it,
for it is made up of the uncertainties we bear.
It's our need to articulate what we don't understand,
and it explains others without much to hear.
Maybe it is as simple as you want it to be,
or maybe it is as complex as it possibly can be.
Maybe it is as simple as an equation, yet unknown,
or maybe it has a different definition for everyone; maybe.
But oh my dear friend, there is no reason to be afraid,
for complexity is not a virtue, worthy enough to seek.
Let this word be always more than an equation,
for its beauty is the enigma that surrounds it's peak.

                                  -Sushant Kumar Das

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