Love

 You have felt me in languid moments of idleness,

Watching the flight of birds across the flaming sun!

When you gently stroked your pet who dozed off …

Even before you noticed, through your heart, I had run …

I worked my way through your mother’s nimble hands

As she cooked up a storm in the kitchen, just for you!

She may fret and fume every time you are wrong,

But you can catch me peeking slyly, honest and true…

 

I have wept in the hearts of martyrs, in valour, in sacrifices endless

And even crept into the minds of rivals, ending hate and calling truces!

From the pens of authors and poets, in copious words have I flown,

To kindle imaginations or to brighten the bitter reality of many bibliophiles unknown…

An ‘ever-fixed mark’ in the words of Shakespeare, I have bound true souls down the ages,

Watching Youth wane and Beauty perish, my flame flickers, nevertheless…

 

In grief I help you stay afloat, as you sink into the sea of memories,

Rising uninhibited in your true friends, to unfurl new chapters and stories.

In the strum of your guitar or the strokes on your canvas,

You find a new passion to follow.

A little self-love goes a long way

To empower you in a world largely materialistic and shallow!

 

To judge, to abandon, to impose conditions

Are not my forte, you see.

I walk hand in hand with Respect, my companion,

With Loyalty in tow and vows to last for eternity.

I too am gently sung, old and irrational though I may be,

In spells of silence or unchecked eloquence, in myriad ways you express me.

The world will preach and warp and dictate what I ought to mean to you,

But my triumph lies in your celebration of the bonds that are worthy of YOU!

 

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