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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