About My Love Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Sitting with a bunch of friends
Each one is talking about love
And saying about their own love
One among them turned to me
And asked me about my love

Asked me, who is my love?
One asked, how she looks?
Other one, what she does?
And other, where is she?
Tell us about her, they said

I looked at each ones face
With arched eyebrows on my face
And said, who is my love?
I am not sure about that
But this is how she is

She may be elder than me
She may be younger than me
Or she may be of my age
What ever may be her age?
She is as wise as old

She may be too fat
She may be very short
She may be even black
How ever she may look?
She is gorgeous to me

She may be uneducated
She may be unemployed
She may be very poor
What ever she may be?
She is rich at her heart

She may be blind
She may be dumb
She may be deaf
What ever it may be?
She can sense my heart beat

My relations may leave me
My friends may leave me
My blood may leave me
Everyone may leave me, but
She will always hug me

I may know her or not
I have seen her or not
I have met her or not
She is with me or not
This is what my love is

I said and left with tears.