Guest poem sent in by Rajesh B I am sending in this poem which i came across when i was surfing the net. It's simplicity touched me. You will like it. Maybe.
On second thoughts, on rereading the poem .. maybe(!!) i would like to say something and what i like about it. Not an expert commentary (i am not an expert on poems) but just what i think i love about the poem. First, it is nice and simple. Then, the poem beautifully highlights the uncertainties we go through when we realise we are in love. And we could give anything to know if the other person loves us too. We would try everything except ask him/her. And even if we knew we would ask ourselves the question again. Sometimes we even suspect the very feeling. Is it love or infatuation or just fatal attraction? Oh the 'maybe's associated with love .. hmm. -rajesh Links: Sandburg was one of the earliest poets we ran: poem #5 And here's a biography: poem #163