Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


What is love? (The Red Rose And Its Petals Splashed With The Dews)


They often ask me, but what to say to them,
As love is love,
As have you,
As have I.

Love is love,
You feeling within,
I feeling within,
Love or you, love for me.

Love is no doubt pure and undefiled,
Sacred and sacrosanct,
But we let it not to be,
As weaken we the strength of it.

Love is a thing of the heart
But who loves the heart,
As we like to love the body,
Not the soul.

See the red rose,
But touch it not,
Pluck it not,
Let it be a rose, red rose.

If the roses are not,
No joys will be there in life,
No pleasures,
No smiles.

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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