- Amy Leach
We lovers are like pandas
eating perpetually what
cannot be digested properly
but cannot think, or touch or taste
other delicacies in the forest.
They eat and eat and eat and eat
We love and love and love and love -
that one person
whom we can't have - ever
concoting scenarios,
thinking unceasingly
(sometimes even
when the breathing stops) and
consider it sacrilegious to imagine
anyone else.
People try dissuading us
"There are so many options in the world"
Try bananas, yams, fish
But little do they know
We are not in for proteins
We are looking for fibres of the heart.
Like pandas in jungle
Lovers too prefer solitude.
Considered imbecile
by the healthy, clever world
(who believe, practice and take pride
in forgetting people
in less than their single washroom ritual)
we practice patiently
in doubts
in hopefulness
the ancient art of reminiscence -
sometimes
even at the cost of memory.
To understand why we do all this -
To make sense of all this
People would need unlearning and
Lovers would need to leave the forest
for some other forest.
