Anjali Denandee Poet Prose Poetry

The Gift

THE GIFT
COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
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every body loves .
yet, nobody can love.
because , love is the power of perfect,
 and nobody is the perfect.
the love is gifted by the almighty.
yes, it is the endless beauty.
so , how can a body follow to it ?
why ?yes, the body is always end.
death is must.
it is ever-endless..........
yes, death comes ,
and the body end.
so, the love is end, also.
yet, the love is endless.................
yes, yes, yes,.............
the love was,
the love is,
 and the love will be..........
it is forever......
the body can not stay without it,
no, never.............
but nobody can say perfectly about the love.
though, everybody has the love.
oh ! you , the love..........
what are you ?
oh ! you 1
the ever-new ...............
oh ! the love !
i love you.
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poet- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
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THE GIFT

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Lenny Gazbowski March 26, 2016 at 5:25 PM Love has an infinite supply of appearances. I have seen tremendous acts of love, the problem is the mind(lower self), and it is the conditioned mind which offers an endless supply of problems. Its about direct experience of what we call self. Nice thought provoking write.

Ovidiu Bocsa March 26, 2016 at 7:30 AM Experience in love May be like a glove: Sometimes, superposed, Sometimes, superdosed. Sometimes, forgot somewhere... Sometimes regain from nowhere