One fine day, someone came up to me and asked “What
is Love?”
It put me to confusion; I put my thoughts to
exploitation
But could not come to a
conclusion
To the meaning of love or its definition
Is love the warmth of the serene sunlight?
Is love the flowers’ fragrance or their colors
bright?
Is love the gratitude to your parents when they
buy you a new tank top?
Or the ecstasy of a child eating his favorite lollipop?
Is love the heaviness in your heart when your
loved ones leave?
Or is it the faith in the God that we believe?
Is it the excitement of meeting your best
friend after a long time?
Or the serenity while hearing a wind chimes?
Is it the satisfaction of making someone smile?
Or the desire to meet your wife even if she is
away a 100 miles?
Is it the joy of a newborn clasping your
finger?
Or the homeliness you feel after drinking your
maa ki chai laced with ginger?
Is it seeing your child stand on its feet and
walk?
Or the bliss while hearing your girl friend’s
sweet little talks?
Is it the pride that comes when you see a
flower in your own garden bloom?
Or the contentment you get when sitting with
your better half peacefully in a room?
Love, a word, undefined, unknown
Everyone has its notion of its own
The meaning of love can never be defined
But it will always remain in each heart of
every kind.
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