What a joy it brings
to make love and talk about
the love. what a joy it brings?

Can the beauty ever satisfy
our souls, or, is the beauty
beautification of the mere words.

Why am I so excited?
There is question but
no answers. This poor heart is begging
for answers.

A curious child sings
and feels so much enthusiasms
he can shake the world
with his wisdom and
a role he plays as a funny character.

Have you ever seen the rain?
Have you ever walked
in times of pain? During those times
when love transcends and fills
heart with utmost joy.

If not,
then go,
go and run;

run and fetch those roses
collect them and smell them

Joy is not going to last forever.
It lasts for few moments
and then there is
complete disaster.

Categories: Poetry of SKalwar
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