Plea to Cupid

By Navya Paul

Oh cupid, God of love

Grivence hopefully you hear

Alas! Every time u strike

Something goes awry

Oh cupid, the outcry is loud

Is love really this blind? 

To work your magic

I implore to change tactic

Oh cupid, the olympain

I must break your bow

Bowstring too taut

Arrows too blunt

Missing the shot everytime

Oh cupid, son of venus

For eons you did play these games

Breaking hearts for ages

Is it really that much fun? 

Oh cupid, hear me out

Maybe it’s time to retire

Back bent with burden

Eyes to tired

Oh cupid, God of love

If you must strike next time

Strike with both gold and silver

So I may love myself

Rather than love another

By Navya Paul