Celebration of “Love”


Love has always river(ed) within

Babbling over fertile valleys

Emptying partially into ravines

Terrains have been patchy

Wayward heart still hurls

Itself on callous grounds

It matters little to love, this

Fritter over indifferent soils

It only heeds own inner voice

Gladly bruising vein burst spills poeming

Paeans in blood, losing heart’s smithy pen in……

Fathomless pools of alluring “kohl” lined eyes

Love is such a river

Flowing eternally

Ageless, timeless

Love is love, foolish

Flawless, knows, recognizes

None else…..

~image is from internet only~


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