Love is a divine glow, <br />It transforms you from <br />Torn cloth to a wick; <br /> <br />But you burn up the house <br />Using the wick rather <br />Making light for you; <br /> <br />The glow is meant for refining, <br />And the uncultivated man; <br />But you are jumping into the fire. <br />And destroying yourself <br /> <br />It merges the male and female <br />And creates light out of the energy, <br />But you create disasters in the glow, <br /> <br />The moon absorbs sun and looks bright, <br />You failed to absorb fire, <br />And missing glory of soft light; <br />But you remain as a desert <br />And energy becomes waste, <br />And make your wound <br />In the septic state; <br /> <br />The lust exposes your animal attributes <br />The love reflects your divine power <br />The lust pushes your kingdom down <br />The love takes you up and above the stars <br />The lust is a destroyer and loss making <br />The love is a donor and brings rewards <br />The lust licks blood from booms <br />The love makes the scars to secrete milk <br />The lust induce corrosion in the non- reactive gold <br />The love converts the iron ore into gold <br />The lust makes you dirt <br />The love makes you pure <br />The lust is a temple of serpents <br />The love is a sanctum of gods <br />The lust is a death <br />The love is prosperity <br />And why, you keep prosperity away? <br />And why, you search for death?<br /><br />anushmadhu P.Bharathi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temple-of-serpents/
