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Why Love Hurts?

Every soul enroute it's life span
at one time wonders,
at another frets.
Wonders when views others fail and fall,
frets when it itself fumbles and stumbles, 
on the semi-illumined and semi-dark alleys of love i.e the sublimest of all the human emotions. 
Why love hurts is perhaps the only question that to all humans haunts.
Why love hurts so much is a question that is being pondered by sages since ages.
The heartless question abounds around the absence of exalted and untainted love,
unsullied love that's pivotal for the peace and harmony, 
for human growth and the solitary life sustaining hope.
Why siblings' blood turns white
and there is no inhibition while picking up the knife against one's own brothers in hand just for a piece of land ?
Why emotions go so deadly cold ,
when the old wrinkled hands of parents,
which once made their offspring stand with sweat of their brow are brazenly lead to old age homes?
Why true love is easily sold for comforts and bricks of gold?
Why in the name of region , religion,  caste and creed ruthlessly innocent blood is shed?
Why more than empathy and sympathy,  violence and arrogance reigns?
Why Love has taken a backseat and greed holds the steering wheel?
Why one and only one waits?
Why there are others who know only how to take and have nothing in lieu to confer?
Why all hue and cry is for rights?
Why there are hardly a few respondible shoulders to sustain whatever is intrinsically good and isn't innately fake?
Fact is love is always lost and definitely hurts,
when more than will to sacrifice is the expectation,
when truthfulness is replaced with manipulation,
when more than 'us and our' there is only 'me and mine',
when more than emotions gifts and valuables are counted,
When inherent latent talents and traits are ignored and only faults are traced and even little lapse is without failure every time pointed. 
Love is entirely vanished when power that is wielded is only meant for control,  
when only one enjoys the right to speak,
when voice of others falls on deaf ears,
and  callous smiles are worn blatantly  when every second pair of eyes in the vicinity are  adorned with tears.
Still the question why love hurts so much remains unanswered, 
Since no one for sure knows how come the pristine spring of love can be both bitter and sweet.















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  1. IshpreetFebruary 7, 2025 at 11:50 AM

    Well written mam💯

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2025 at 11:25 PM

    Very true.🙏.. इस क्यूं का कोई answer नहीं

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2025 at 11:44 PM

    Even I want to know

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2025 at 1:40 AM

    So True... Well written mam..

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2025 at 7:36 PM

    Beautifully written and expressed !! A person with a loving ❤️can truly feel the joy and pain of love.

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