With or without

 

There is no rhyme in my poems
No reason to my words
No rhythm in my songs
No tempo to my tunes
Without love. . . . .

There is no spring in my steps
No smile on my face
No flutter in my heart
No music to my ears
Without love. . . . .

There are no jokes in my stand-up
No destination to my journey
No plot in my story
No frame for my portrait
Without love. . . . .

But,
There are no tears in my eyes
No bitterness
No resentment
No anger
No acrimony
No resentment
With or without. . . . .

- S.T. Arasu