Do you know a four letter word,
Residing in every corner of the world,
As white and pure as ‘dove’,
Yes, it is the word called ‘love’.
Like a morning sun it glows,
Like a glass, transparent and clear,
Shines in your eyes, or falls like a tear.
The bond between a patriot and his nation,
The bond which the nature shares with mankind,
Nothing, but the forms of love in each relation.
Love never asks you to die,
Love never teaches you to split,
Go ahead, it never asks to quit.
It is strong and brave,
Love is something you cannot cage,
It is blessed with an endless age.
Invisible to eyes and dumb to hear,
Love is the most precious jewel,
Core of the heart, is where it dwell.
The heart that beats for you, is a part of love to me,
The god whom I pray for you, is an idol of love to me,
The life I live for you, is a gift of love to me.
1 comment:
saale uncle ke paise baat ke sher ban raha hai..hain. kaam ka na kaaj ka dushman anaaj ka..bas blog likhva lo inse ..itne phokat note hain to thode mujhe bhi de de.
aur ye jo photoshop hai naa..isi ka use karke ye bholi bhali kanyaon ko blackmail karta hai..saala unka galat faayda uthata hai..voh behind the curtains vaali baat hai naa..sharam bhi nahi aati nikamme ko..aur kya bolun..kuch bolne ko bacha hai kya ab...mujhe jo bolna tha main bol chuka..ab uski baari hai....jiske liye ye blog likha gaya hai :)..darna mat khul ke bolo, zyaada hua to saferindia mein appeal kar dena saale ki..
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