How Love Comes Poem by Karan Singh

How Love Comes



My spouse rides a donkey,
A key hanging loosely around her neck.
In her hands, a delicate flower,
An Eagle glides in her sky.

My spouse rides in on humility,
Knowledge hanging loosely around her neck.
In her hands, a delicate love,
Her pride soars in God above.

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