Materialistic Love

What a man is made of

It is not easy to understand

Though I tried to narrate

Very simple to correlate

I was wondering about

The title of my write-ups

Overwhelmingly while soaking

In the sun one winter

All of a sudden I jumped

To the arithmetic analogue

Meaning of the title

Which inadvertently

Made my stomach feel heavy

What the materialistic love would be

My eyes were filled with tears

It reminds me of my first and ex-love

My mind was numb and

My heart was hollow 

I was unable to breathe

The way my love did love to me

It was purely materialistic

Oh my god I just calculated

Which gave me great losses

Around I figured to the tune

Of eight zeros and plus

I hung my hands

In helplessness

One day and the next day

She disappeared in the dark

Like there was no one

Who were in love someday

Like moon and poetry

Like a mother and her child

Like god Krishna and Radha

What a man is made of

It is not easy to understand

Though I tried to narrate

Very simple to correlate