I never knew jealousy till I loved
or suspicion or mistrust.
Never knew this fire that can burn the world down
locked up in my bones, destroying me;
destroying what is between you and me:
the marrow, the pith, the essence – the all.
Should I regret or should I not?
Should I change? I do not know.
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The poem is agog with a real feel- the last line is a query that comes to the cautious lover as indeed it should .
Thanks, Lokesh.
” Should one regret or should one not ? ” , encapsulates all the existential dilemmas and questions that much longer and much more grandiose poems have been mulling over for centuries. This poem is proof of the venerable maxim,if any were required ,that less is more.
thanks, louis.
Terrific .. eternal dilemma
thank you. reena 🙂