The world is filled with beauty
Millions of colours in its bounty...
Affection naturally develops at one or other end
its what we call human trend...
the longer we miss something
affection reaches heights than any other thing...
it only transforms into an eternal love(lowe)
when you find urself under an owe...
an owe that makes you feel gratitude towards other
the one whom you loved like no one other....
its nothing but just a feeling of sacrifice
that develops love wherever it lies...
the submission from me to you
the feeling that its all for you
with no care for urself
which makes ur affection to love itself.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem