All Are There In Open Poem by ROCHISH MON

Grammarless poetry is there
Creedless pleasures are there
Languageless experiences are there
Expressionless emotions are there

Love has no form
But it always has its bloom
Affection will not be seen in market
But vividly it can be felt
Friendship does not have a measure
But it is prevailing over

Nameless beauties are there
Narrationless niceties are there
Definitionless delights are there
Depictionless delicacies are there

All are there in open
All that we should do is
We will have to keep ourselves open