by Sameen Shakya
The God of love grew sick of searching,
For his muse, sad to be lurking,
While his subjects got to loving,
He sat sordid, overthinking –
Curse the powers that be for linking,
His job with what he was missing
While his subjects got to loving,
He sat sordid overthinking.
Love to the humans bestowing
While his lonely self was sinking –
Curse the powers that be for linking
His job with what he was missing
Love to the humans bestowing,
While his lonely self was sinking,
Till he glimpsed her while star counting,
His heart grew and started pounding –
Curse the powers that be for linking
His job with what he was missing
When he glimpsed her while star counting,
His heart grew and started pounding,
The God of love then got what love means,
Well, a glimpse, now his heart’s searching –
Curse the powers that be for linking
His job with what he was missing
© Sameen Shakya
Sameen Shakya’s poems have been published in Alternate Route, Cosmic Daffodil, Hearth and Coffin, Roi Faineant and Thin Veil Press, to name a few. Born and raised in Kathmandu, Nepal, he moved to the USA in 2015 to pursue writing. He earned an Undergraduate Degree in Creative Writing from St Cloud State University and traveled the country for a couple of years to gain a more informal education. He returned to Kathmandu in 2022 and is currently based there.
P.S. What’s your favorite Paul Simon song? Mine’s 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
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