My love for you helps me to live
In this unkind abrasive world,
Sometimes it acts as a magic
In which I am totally enthralled.
Sometimes it becomes poetry
Arousing the poet within me,
Sometimes it takes the form of song
Giving me a singer’s spree.
Sometimes it acts like a balm
Healing my heart’s sores,
Sometimes it quenches my thirsts
Drenching me like downpours.
Sometimes it sounds like a flute
Playing an enchanting, soothing tune,
Sometimes it gives me cosmic light
Shining above all like a moon.
Sometimes it turns into the prime cause
For which only I want to survive,
Sometimes it is a rejuvenating boon
Which helps my life to revive.
Sometimes it thrives like a tree
Giving me shelter unbound,
Sometimes it’s the philosophy of life
Plunging me into thoughts profound!
Thank you so much KumarJi for your constant appreciations!!
Bravo, Rupradha. Is there anything left that love doesn't give in life!! Great composition. Thanks.
Thank you so much Prafulla Ji.Sure I will..
This is indeed platonic.let everyone;s love thrive like a tree to give shelter unbound.ONly almighty deserves such love.The lines are like flowers for an offering .Just read my poem -o n a bird to find another form of love-