Love stays same, against all impediments
Because it is made, with pure ingredients
It changes course, never in distress
Whether it stays afloat, or sinks in stress
Rosy lips and cheeks, might get old
There may appear, wrinkles many fold
Love is not though, a ever fixed mark
Its like a ever-floating shark
In storm or calm, it stays afloat
It faces the rain, and also the drought
It changes shape, with external forces
But, never disappears, like dead roses
Love can’t be classified, as fake or real
Its a feeling so surreal
And, those who can prove it wrong
Know that their love, is not strong.
(c)Amit Agarwalla
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