Love Awaited!

To the Youth, I'd say,

Wait for a prosperous love,

It could be found in a friend, lover or rains per se,

But you wait, wait until the pleasure comes!

Once a womanizer,

Found it beneath the curves of beloved,

He soared night into the ecstasy,

and dipped the moments for rest of life.

You call him, an advocate;

One who starts for the court in a sybaritic car,

But for that seventy-five-year-old man,

Love resides in seeking justice, strangling in the air!

A comedian's existence,

defines in smiles he brings around,

His actions and words are laugh-worthy,

But, can we measure the sadness he had gulped among?

A farmer works hard,

For his income occurs through crops,

Unaware of politics he's drugged too,

His love resides in loathing the weeds among.

A teacher teaches all his knowledge,

Academy is Temple of his faith,

His students, also his preachers,

All love he puts, in efforts of building them.

Give it a thought, for a scientist maybe...

What he has than a hope?

A hope of invention keeps him going,

Undisturbed of whether failing or prevailing. 

So, "what is love?", If you ask a poet,

With a sigh, he may feel lost all while,

But whatever you feel, fills content in life,

Is the "love", one must choose in living beside. 

Select it carefully, I would again suggest,

As it comes once and is never enough,

it may lead to a path divine,

Or leave you amidst with constraints behind. 

The weavers of intellect,

You be given a choice,

For whatever it may be,

It dries us from inside!