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Love is not RUDE

Love is not RUDE

Dear Love,Paired with a smile at every welcome,I congratulate, I console,Sans treating anyone like scum,A sense of belonging among all those who come,Firm but short, says the rule of the thumb I don’t talk a lot,But I release positive energy,And I am called a radical...
Love is not proud

Love is not proud

Dear Love, Not made of the best of thread,No fancy glitter, no beads,Just a body, no head,But used by many both rich and poor,Important yet my journey ends in a sewer Dung, spit, tears, spillage,times like these, I am pulled out of my cage,I show no bias, no...
Love Does Not Boast

Love Does Not Boast

Dear Love, I sit at the centre of the table,I don’t talk a lot, I just add flavour,Too much of me, they abhor,Too little, they ask for more,Mixed with warm water when the throat is sore,Diffused in the air of every sea shore,Yet they don’t speak of me a lot,Ubiquitous...
Love does NOT ENVY

Love does NOT ENVY

Dear Love, I was covered in that transparent sheet with a white floral print,The receiver was astounded—not a clue, no hint,The colour of love, that reddish tint,All in position on a cardboard splint You saw me arrive at the doorstep,My proud face brighter as I heard...
Love is KIND

Love is KIND

Dear Love, Made of steel, a poor man’s plate,I rarely saw food, rarely ate,And I mostly lived alone, had no mate,I was thrown away—expected fate. I laid there amidst the trash,No hope to be ever owned again, Nothing to be restored, No complains,‘Cos I knew I was no...
Love is patient

Love is patient

Dear Love, A roll of fabric in Your hands,Torn and stained, wrinkled, and worn out,Yet You saw beauty in all the flaws,Held on to it, no conditions, no clause. Washed clean with crimson red,Left to dry in open air,the wait was long, but the stains all gone,Yet that...