Love is not a lost traveller
who knocks your door for alms
It's a rare visitor
to the chosen dwelling of
pure hearts
Love makes you beautiful
Every time I see a new moment
in your eyes
In the pressing of each other's palm
we hold the whole world above the world
In the passionate embrace
we shrink and expand the world
Love is homecoming
to your real self
to listen
and to be heard
love doesn't need jewels
and bouquets
but the soft caress
that lasts for ever
-- by Santhosh Kumar Kana
(M)
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