Do You Really Love Me?
Do You Really Love Me?
You say that you love flowers
and you pluck them.
You say that you love greenery
and you chop woods into pieces.
You say that you love birds
and you prisoned them.
You say that you love silk
and you boil it’s Artist.
Nowadays you are
also saying that you love me, is
it frightening?
— Nomad
The speaker highlights hypocrisy. People claim to love flowers, but their “love” involves picking them, which ultimately kills or harms the flower. It suggests that human love is often possessive, not protective.
Again, there is contradiction. While people say they love nature, they destroy forests for their needs. It criticizes deforestation and human exploitation of nature.
This refers to silk production. Silk is made by silkworms, and they are killed in the process of extracting silk. The line suggests that even beauty and luxury come at the cost of life and suffering.
This is the emotional climax. The speaker becomes fearful because if human “love” always destroys what it touches, then being loved by such a person is not comforting—it is threatening. Love is questioned as something potentially harmful or controlling.
The poem is a critique of human hypocrisy and destructive love. It suggests that modern “love” is often mixed with possession, exploitation, and harm. The final question turns the entire poem into a warning: if this is how you love everything else, what will your love for me mean?