They say he is blind
I assert he is not
If he were
Would he shoot his arrow
For the heart to bleed?
How does blind Cupid know
Where lies the heart?
How does he shoot his arrow
Targeting the heart?
When it lies covered
Under so many layers
Beating silently
Settled in a peaceful corner?
How does he know
Who should fall in love
With whom and when and where?
Being blind how does Cupid know?
I know this is a fancy skit
Knit around him
Innocence portrayed in his
Cherubic face as an angel
Holding the piercing arrow slyly
Ready to dart it under mysterious ways
He neither sees the young, the old
This little juggling prankster
Enjoys his blissful life
Darting arrows all the while
Scheming to rob the affected ones
Of their cosy sleep
I still can’t find an answer
To his reckless silly pranks
Why is he such a zany
Why can’t he sit still?
But Cupid is a silly goose
Who loves to throw a noose
Around those who sit idle
Making them jump and stir
Yet, Cupid is a pretty child
Who loves to play his role
Making people fall
In and out of love
For stories to be told
If there was no Cupid
There would be no triangles
No lovers fight
No love marriages
For men to take delight
Life is dull with no lovebirds
We know that too well
So whether Cupid’s young or old
Take delight in his hearty arrows
Then knit love stories to tell
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
I loved your poem, Ms Diwakar. Your description of Cupid & his tricks makes the poem enjoyable. It’s true without Cupid and his antics, life probably would have been a very dull one so whether he’s blind or not he has definitely added charm to this otherwise tedious life.
well, that is very true. Life without love is dull and insipid. Imagine living a life without, love, affection or faith upon anyone. True love is seldom found yet the pleasure it fills one’s life with makes one alive.
thanks for your appreciation ASB