A Philosophical Question For Anyone Who Has An Idea

A Philosophical Question For Anyone Who Has An Idea short poem

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A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea.

Imagine my hands are a set of scales.
In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love.

You can choose anything you want to place in my left hand
And I will not set limits;
But, of course, you will fail.

What would you choose to balance the scales in your favour?
Please tell me your opinion…
If you have one.

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Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
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I loved it profoundly. Love’s philosophy expressed in a most simple way for all kind of readers. I feel n share the poet’s opinion of love. But love, can it be measured by scale?If it does, to what extent. And the poet drops the question to the readers. This is the best part. He wants the readers opinions. I wish I knew. Thank you so much for this thought provoking poem. Regards

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