Clueless
i am so clue lesshow i landed here
i had merely loved
or thought i could rear
and support
grow and nurture
possibly, cultivate
love
in the desert of youth
but somewhere, i guess
i lost the plot
for my gps was only love
and thats all i understand
for that has been fodder
since childhood.
On the famous story
of Jataka tales
where the real mother
lets go of her claim
on her child for she cannot
bear the pain of the child
being pulled apart.
Or how a child tugs onto
her mother for her affection
There is no ego in love
Love is so wholesome
that there is no space
to hold anything else
in the being where love is.
So what does one do with the ones
who wish to build dams on the
flow of love in your veins
and wish to rein in the flow
of your breath.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2026-02-22 at 20:07
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