True Love
Clouds darken the sky,
Where is the rising star to wash away the scars,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Seeing the terrible scenes of violence.
I looked at vicinity,
Seeking new preaches by the unknown prophet,
Angel's didn't dance in my dream,
Poet's of the orient didn't sing any song.
I didn't count any beads on the rosary,
I didn't count any ripples of the pond,
I didn't pray any hymns either,
When my heart was broken into pieces.
Long ago a prophet preached:,
"Love your neighbor as yourself",
Long ago a poet sung:,
"Love is eternal".
When death's cold embrace carried me away,
Then my mystic mind whispered:
"Spring will come and flowers will be blossomed by it self",
"By spreading the fragrance of true love".
Copyright © Binoy Raveendran | Year Posted 2017
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