Raghav Gautam

(29-07-1987 / Delhi)

The Perfect Couple


I hid Love:
just beneath Hope.
They are two bodies,
one Soul.

When Hope is-
endangered;
gets backed up by:
the most powerful force,
Love.

When Love feels-
Threatened;
it knows it is:
safeguarded by-
Hope.

When Love gets-
Crushed,
Hope heals it;
like only Hope;
doing impossible.

When Hope is-
Wounded;
Love loves it,
and Love is-
the best cure.

Love and Hope:
they stay together.
As long as one is alive;
the other is kicking.

Love and Hope:
cause they are important.
For one to be alive;
for one to be living.

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013

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The Perfect Couple, first published in Spoorthi- February Edition. Comment if you disagree. Check my profile for Spoorthi.

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