THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE
When you have none to clean your spectacles,
You wait for the miracle,
That is when I come to you,
And clean it and give it back to you.
When you cannot but polish your shoes,
And your frail hands tremble,
Then I come as the captain of your cruise,
As you begin to grumble.
Love is filled with gratitude,
It does not accompany pride or attitude,
It comes into use when you are in trouble,
And in front of it- even the mountains tremble.
Copyright © Aishwarya Jathish | Year Posted 2025
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