ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON
The Love Generation is dead, lamented Cupid
I see no pure feelings,
I see no will to suffer for love,
I see no patience in intentions
No understanding,
Not even any sort of compromise
Nor do I see any selfless abandon
Nor do I sense belief in the power which drives life!
The Love Generation is dead, lamented the Love God
Who would have thought that
What was once the essence inhabiting all humans
Has been captured by the Evil Monsters of Darkness
And has been shut tight, in a cage
Kept hidden somewhere in the steepest mountains
Of the most barren regions of the world?
Love has now been replaced by Lust,
Love has now adorned itself of the dress of Selfishness
Its crown with cupidity
And perfumes itself with the drops of Distrust!
The Love Generation is dead, sighs Cupid,
Now, those who love genuinely
Get mocked at, as if feelings
Make one not into a feminist woman
And certainly make one not into a macho man!
Sulking, Cupid nevertheless takes in his palms,
The falling stars of Love
And blows them all over the Universe!
Pray, if humans have been unable to battle
With Evil and its horrors,
Somewhere, somehow,
Hearts still beat and those beats
Are revered,
As if, they were,
The elixir of eternal ecstasy!