Love is a natural emotion,
Born from the bottom of the heart,
A sign of insightful action,
Flawless and unblemished on man’s part.
Love is not present in the deliberate offer
Not in bribing an officer
Not in giving a gift expecting some favor
Not offering money to the voter.
In turn, love never expects anything,
Love is like that of the soil
To grow plants offering everything,
A selfless worker offers toil.
Mother feeds her child with care,
The hen tucks chicks for their protection,
The stars twinkle in the sky fair,
By its charms, the flower is for attraction.
The river is to look at parched throats,
The fruit tree is ready to fulfill hungers,
The cuckoo to thrill by its sweet notes,
At the sight of fellowmen smile lingers.
The patriot sacrifices his life for the nation,
The heart throbs for the rhythms of living,
The calf runs to the cow in affection,
Love is life in the art of loving.
POETCRIT
Vol:36 No. 1 January-June 2023
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