A person is left fit for nothing after falling in love; the truth is that love too is a calamity.

We often romanticize love as a blessing, but this sher honestly lays bare its sweet, devastating cost. The poet observes that once true passion takes hold, it entirely detaches a person from worldly ambition and practicality. Calling love a 'bala' (a calamity or affliction) captures the tragic paradox of an emotion so overwhelming that it leaves you helplessly consumed and utterly undone.