Grammarless poetry is there
Creedless pleasures are there
Languageless experiences are there
Expressionless emotions are there
Love has no form
But it always has its bloom
Affection will not be seen in market
But vividly it can be felt
Friendship does not have a measure
But it is prevailing over
Nameless beauties are there
Narrationless niceties are there
Definitionless delights are there
Depictionless delicacies are there
All are there in open
All that we should do is
We will have to keep ourselves open
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We should keep ourselves open, very fine writing, thanks.