In the quest of a love, so pure,
Once I took, a small detour,
Walking on a path, laid with stone,
Reached to a bed, ladden with thorn.
There was a man, tied in chain,
Bleeding and crying, in infuriating pain,
Amazed, in disgust, I struggled to help,
As I reached him, I was stopped in step.
An angel guard, appeared in front,
Sensing me amazed, he started to explain,
“You know that man, from the earth
is of world’s best lover fame.”
Surprised, I wanted to ask,
Isn’t Love a divine task?
Smiling the angel, made a motion,
Shhh!!! don’t gasp!!
“In the path of love, there will be pain,
The harder you love, its more insane,
If you know love, pure as gold,
There wouldn’t be anything, to behold.
Anger, Passion, Want, expectation,
Jealousy, Happiness, Pain and Reason,
All these feelings, wouldn’t be there,
Love will be love, as a divine prayer.
And, when a man is above all these follies,
Only he makes a love, that is holy,
And when the soul acts like a shrine,
The love sounds like a rhythm divine.”
Enriched now a knowledge so pure
I returned to my everyday chore
A Pure Love is an unending journey
Its not to found in any earthen store.
(c)Amit Agarwalla
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