They are the lucky ones
Who have a sanctuary within
To breed on, to live on,
As the bird does on the perch of a branch.
The taste of love takes the hold of life
Detaches one from all.
Still the thirst will remain unquenched
As love is unique and so is the lover.
He gives up freedom
Accepts bondage of love
Creating a web of his own
Flying as a free bird singing on the perch
In the safe woods of sanctuary
To fulfill the goal of life.
How are you, Devi? During my stay in Rhode Island you were in India, and I could not meet you. Thereafter we moved to Houston. I liked your poem, and specially the couplet: He gives up freedom Accepts bondage of love