Jaihoon’s poem explores the philosophical torment of doubt in love, grappling with the fear of loss versus a life devoid of love.

The tale of Love:
The fall of laugh,
A state so restless;
A life so lifeless.

Love is a frail mirror,
Faintly kept,
Amid the twin rocks
Of meet and part.

Love is that fine thread
Upon which lovers subtly tread.

Last night my heart whispered,

“A life without her –
Wondered have you ever?

To share your joy upon joy
For a sincere bosom will you cry?”

Just then my mind intervened,
A new argument had it weaved.

“Life without her,
If you cannot imagine,
Death’s parting will
Blaze you with kerosene.

Meeting the beloved may
Bewitch you to be a rose,
Parting, the thorn
Will prick you that will twice.

Life without her:
The rain of Tears,
Death’s parting:
Drown in tear-rivers.

As I continued
To battle my nightmare,
Appeared she in my sleep
With beauty bare.

She asked me
A ruthless question –
The sin of doubt
Did she chasten?

“I care not if
You are terrified –
Life and Death sans me
You are horrified.

My love! Have you
Given a thought –
Live or die –
I dare you to love me not?”


April 24 2016. Edit March 2024