Bhartihari – the poem of social comedy

I came across this a long time ago.. and i find it particularly amusing – even more so with what i have seen over the past few years and continue to:

She who is always in my thoughts prefers

 Another man, and does not think of me.

Yet he seeks for another's love, not hers;

And some poor girl is grieving for my sake.

        Why then, the devil take

Both her and him; and love; and her; and me.

The tragedy of human relationships – we are all running after something or someone.. like rats in a maze.. running, rolling, drifting…

~*~