Evolving landscape of Love
Love was a stalker when I was nine
Chasing,
pursuing incorrigibly, was fine
At eighteen,
love was a whisper in the bakery
Notes and
letters and messages passed quietly
At twenty-five,
love sought refuge in rebellion
Amid dissent,
love settled with two in a million
At
thirty-six, love is an amendment and a gender discourse
Political, Apolitical,
it mends, blends and is deaf to signs of force

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