Dilemma

They said love is power
The divine reason to be alive
And all that could be done
Should be done to perpetuate it
They delved into instances
How a drop- consistent
Could even change a stone
Could create a hole
And yet, when it came to men
They did not realise the pain
Hopelessness; gloom
The welts from holding a rope too long
What should one choose
And how?
The joy – return of beloved
The freedom – letting go of the rope!
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