I have seen most love lost chaps, <br />Burning smoke in midnight stalls, <br />Rants of adoration they do enwrap, <br />And extinguish when the curtain falls. <br /> <br />Of religion they speak, of depth they refute, <br />When questions raised if love they thought was true, <br />All rebellious hairs roused deftly confute, <br />How all good they adorn, leaving behind a few. <br /> <br />Hours pass, the river swells and ebbs, <br />But dawn to them never knocks, <br />The smoke is that which chuckles and keeps, <br />Their company; and their folly mocks. <br /> <br />If love to them doesn’t recur like mine, <br />Their fates are far from being fine.<br /><br />Shouvik Narayan Hore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-does-not-help/
