Love

  

When people were made,

In God’s Paradise some rules were laid.

Somewhere in the rules a four-lettered word was seen,

And the angels were wondering what did it mean.

After a lot of research they came to know,

That love could be taking care of your foe.

When two hearts meet,

Or when from the bottom of your heart you extend someone a warm greet,

When someone’s in need,

And you try to become a friend indeed.

When missing someone makes you shed a tear,

And if it was the thing you used to do very rare,

If not meeting someone has now become too difficult to bear,

If now there’s someone special for whom you prayer,

Just understand that love is on air.

If roots are strong, tree would be strong,

It’s a fact that can never be proved wrong.

For love, trust and respect are the roots,

And if these are strong,

Every life can be blessed with love’s sweet fruits.