The worldly love is like an onion.The more you open its layers, the more it would fade.
To A Friend To Man (DOA SECONDARY HOWRAH) . Who needs your profile? The Copied talent of a scholar The status of an office boss, The slippy nexus of a profit nodded Yesman Who needs those musks? Nay Sir, nay! For, life fleets through Time' tyranny, It urges to evade Ego, It demands the fountain of humanity It leaves foot prints on the sands of Time, It flourishes with empathy, With self dignity to stand by, In the hours of distress of the fellow men, And the response of a vigilant conscience already in us. The virtues equal Divine Intervention, And ascend to the pitch, love evoked reverence. Dear sir, Shall we not remember? Shall we not lit the Feel of feelings? In such friendly dealings, Where love turns into the Besuty of the self. Dear DOA sir, When I will be afar, It will matter little, For, I have just recognised Another view of your, Human profile. By poet Subrata Ray