Poem by Monika Ajay Kaul
Love asks for no possession
neither can it be seized;
Because it’s love and not a tenancy.
No matter, you are in shards or broken,
Or woven in zillion imperfections;
Love is never blind, it chooses to overlook.
Love is a lifeline, it meliorate.
Undone bruises become silvery scars,
cured by endurance and aegis.
Love is like the Cosmos,
where time and space stay irrelevant;
as it is boundless, eternal.
Love can thrive through
the meanest winters, scorching summers;
a light and the warmth sustains the hope.
Love remains pristine.
Yet makes an imprint, years after years;
like the water cascades over the rock.
Love chooses to outlive like the Truth in tears.
Dissensions may quiten,
even vizards may fall.