A farmer hums a love song while harvesting, as nature sways to his tune. A cuckoo carries his melody home, making his beloved blush. As night falls, love fills the air—she awaits him, heart racing. Under moonlit whispers, their embrace weaves a perfect serenade of passion and longing.
Dwelling in the joy when their eyes met, The surroundings they did forget. Not a single word was spoken As if their love was unspoken.
The poem explores the narrator’s anguish and claustrophobic despair, trapped in a dark, suffocating confinement resembling a coffin. Vivid imagery captures their silent screams, isolation, and longing for freedom, while the relentless weight of time deepens their emotional decay, leaving them in a haunting state of despair and resignation.
The poem celebrates the beauty and magic of love. It seeks to tell the reader to look for this miracle within, rather than seek it outside. Most often, our human minds equate happiness with material things, but such happiness only gives fleeting moments of joy. The most important blessing in life is to experience love (not just a romantic relationship but love in any form). The happiness that comes from feeling true and pure love is worth all the treasures of the world.
Can love happen more than once? At any age? Or any circumstance?
