I had taken suggestions for posts on my Instagram a few months ago, and I had gotten one suggestion to write a 'love type poem.' So, this is the love-type poem. But it isn't a poem about that stereotypical idea we associate love with.
The next love you feel
ENJOY...
...Unloved...
This is a love-type poem,
That someone asked me to write.
I would like to use my chance
To shed some light
On this exhausting game.
Some say you go unloved.
But you are bound to find some.
People think that love exists
Between two lovers.
But that's not the first love you ever feel.
It is the love of a mother
Who bore so much pain to hold you
That you first feel.
Then the next love you feel
Is the love of a family.
The family that welcomed
You with open hearts
Right from the start.
Is the love of a friend.
You feel it
Till the end.
The selfless love of
A childhood friend.
The next love you feel
Is the love of life.
The life that you will live.
Live it to the fullest.
But don't take this love too seriously.
Punch it in the face when it needs a good hit.
The next love you feel
Is the love you give.
Not to a lover,
But to the little things.
To the little things you do.
To music to art, to school.
The next love you feel
Is that stereotype
that society has set of love.
The next love you feel
Is the love of a child.
The child who'll love you selflessly.
But whether that child is your own
That is not known.
The next love you feel
Is the love of age.
As you get old,
It gives you rest.
It cares about that heart in your chest.
And the last love you feel
Is the love of death
Who wraps you in its cold embrace
As you come to face
The next great adventure.
This is all the love you feel
In this one lifetime.
You never die unloved.
You never go unloved.
Because if not of others,
You will always find the love
Of a mother.
See? You came so far and you are not going unloved. <3
Your guide,
Vishista Singh.
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