Treasure Island

V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Love Day


You say
This is the day of love
And expect some special
Unique attention
With some intention
Let me first know
Which day is so unfortunate
That is not made for love
Love is eternal blessing
A natural feeling
It is above all
Boundations
And discriminations
It is beyond the limits of
Time
It is immortal
A beautiful rhyme
So let me express my love
All day all time
Do not limit it
To small boundaries
Let it fly
Breaking all obstacles
Let it flow freely
Into time and space
To glow every face
Like a free bird
Flying and singing
At the call of
Just love

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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Composed on feb 12,2014

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