Call It Holy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Call It Holy
Cuckoo gets never old
She is ever green and gold
We were close and near
It was bond forever
The melody remains
And sustains
Music of love
That everybody believes
Love never ends
Whether as friend
Or by any definition
It is just relation
People call it holy
But need to keep it as wholly
Not in part
But always as precious part
The love spreads fragrance
Not casually or once
It is like flower
Those blossoms after shower
relations.. KR BALAKRISHNAN4 minutes ago good poem. Comment +1 goood
I like the message Morgan Jolley18 minutes ago I'm liking what you're expressing here. I especially like the ending about flowers and showers :)
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