Love


Love is a fantasy
A pleasant feeling
Tickling the strings of heart
Caressing it with sweet soft touch
Resounding life
With the music of soothing happiness.

Love is a willing drug
To the soulful youths
Intoxicating minds and heart
Making them ever lost
In the world of imagination
Of their sweet future and ecstasy.

Love is a sweet invisible relation
Between two hearts
Either unified by society's hands
Or separated physically
At two different places
But mingled together at heart and soul.


Love is an enigma
Beyond the understanding
Of the body and the mind
But within the realm of soulful heart
Tempting the youths of all ages
To understand and measure its profundity.

BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR



Poetry by BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR
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Written on 2010-07-06 at 14:03

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