An Unconditional Exchange of Zero

Mottakeenur Rehman

Waiting or thinking for someone,
For extended periods long,
Is not love, but akin to waiting,
For a cat to catch a rat, a longing.

Addiction to someone like cigarettes,
Can be mistaken for love, no doubt,
But time spent together isn't enough,
As sleep takes up a lot throughout.

Mere attraction is not love either,
Childhood and adolescent fantasies agree,
They too can be appealing and desirable,
But it's not the same as true love, you'll see.

Genuine love isn't physical, my friend,
Those who think so might be mistaken,
An afterlife with numerous nymphs,
Is nothing but a fantasy unshaken.

True love endures forevermore,
An unconditional exchange of zero,
Silent and serene, no sound it makes,
When it shatters, unlike a physical show.

So let us not be fooled by the facade,
Of physicality, attraction, or waiting long,
For true love is unconditional and unbreakable,
A bond that lasts forever, strong.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2023 01:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: True love is an unconditional exchange between two people and that it cannot be quantified or measured in any way.True love is an unbreakable bond that endures silently and serenely, with no sound or physical manifestation.
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  • Neville



    You just nailed it .. that crazy little four letter word love ๐Ÿ’™

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

  • Doggerel Dave

    Neatly poemed.
    Agreed - there is nothing really to write about - that kind of love (there are others) can only be defined by what it is not - which, if I read you correctly, is what you have done here.

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    Thank you so much ...your comment is priceless but praiseworthy๐Ÿ™โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™‚

  • L. B. Mek

    a great message and so well written
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (true love is a rarity
    as, true love can only blossom
    in heart's, true to themselves
    first and foremost
    we all know this, but it's too hard
    to point a finger at a mirror
    'persona' reflection
    that feels sorry for itself, and so
    we merely
    'act out' or romance scenes
    like we've seen on screens..
    true love is rare, indeed
    but even half a glass full, of love
    is enough for most to treasure
    for the rest of their lives...)

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    thank you so much sir๐Ÿ™



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