When the eclipse of Sun darkens entire universe,
The drought-infested soil waits for tender shower.
Love comes, delivers it from that dreadful curse,
Pouring its enlightening shower from holy bower.
All pains, struggles, sufferings seem non-existent
When there is love, when there is love’s presence.
After eclipse, sun appears brighter, clear, content.
After stings of Dark, Love brings a luminescence.
The lamp of love enlightens interiors of the heart
Where vermin try to eat up the veins of morality.
Love renews the heart by clearing the fallen dirt,
Awakens drowsy world with trumpet of equality.
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