Ah, first love—a wildfire in the tender dawn,
A sculptor’s chisel carving souls reborn.
Yet second love? A supernova’s might,
A cosmic dance in symphonies of light.
Beauty Fades, but Essence Reigns
Not in the mirror’s fleeting, gilded frame,
But in the heart’s unshaken, sacred flame.
For conduct is the scripture time obeys,
A legacy no mortal hand decays.
Adjustment is Survival; Understanding is Divine
Adapt, yes—but transcend! For wisdom’s key
Lies not in bending low, but standing free.
To grasp life’s labyrinth with fearless eyes,
Is to unlock the heavens, claim the skies.
The Alchemy of Love’s Evolution
First love etches, second love ignites—
One plants the seed, the other births the heights.
One teaches longing; one, the art to soar,
A dual masterpiece forevermore.
The Eternal Paradox of the Heart
To adore gardenias in morning’s embrace,
Does not betray the jasmine’s moonlit grace.
Love is no cage—it’s the universe, unconfined,
Expanding with each heartbeat of the mind.
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Thank you Najmul
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I love the wisdom in this poem and my favorite piece is the last stanza that speaks in metaphor but ever so deeply
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Perhaps the first love was the supernova. Later loves rekindle the flames.
“Second marriage : the triumph of hope over experience.” –Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
“Adjustment is survival” : most true. Refusing to adjust can spell your doom. Survive today, if you want to see tomorrow.
“Adapt, yes—but transcend! …” This ties in with what I wrote just now. Adapt and refine your strategies to face what will come next.
“First love etches, second love ignites…” First love ignites, the other ones incite new flames.
“The Eternal Paradox of the Heart…” The heart is a paradox and a wonder. It beats 60 times a minute, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, for more than 60 years. Small calculators give an overflow : they can’t figure out the total…. Add to it, the alcohol we drink, the stress, the tensions, the departures, the separations, the myriads of shocks we endure…
Soman Ragavan. 26.5.2025
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I am pleased that my words resonated with you...Thanks a lot for your reflective remarks🙏🙏
Within lies deeper meaning that evolves throughout this poem or series of poems. Very nicely written in rhyme.
This means the world to me...Thank you for freling the hearts of my world!
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