TO THE BELOVED

 

I have encountered

You in different forms

And everywhere

And has failed to understand

Which was prior and more important. 

The merits of one shape 

Are not to be forgotten

But not so should the other one be

And the other one. 

 

There maybe people

Who could see their beloved

In one single shape

And wouldn't need another

But I am not one of them 

And could never be.

Maybe it is a crime 

As per the Criminal procedure code 

To have loved another, and again another

But I still have no qualms 

To say that love is no crime

I would rather believe in it

Than in the penal code

Or the hang man's knot

Or the burning hate 

That wants to put the other

On an electric chair

Or tucked off somewhere

Where it suits you

Even when it doesn't suit them.

 

So maybe someday perhaps

I hope to give you a kiss

Which may appear to be 

A bit transgressive and violent

At this point

But at another (I hope!)

May suit you too.