Is Love Dynamite Or Free Flying Bird? Poem by Nirmal Agrawal

What love is about?
As all say,
It’s sharing things
It’s sharing felling,
Its sacrifice something to unite.
Parent to child
It’s a silent sacrifice,
With no mean,
Which cannot be paid.
Child to parent
As young,
Their love is infinite,
As they grow,
It may be veil.
Between brothers and sisters
They are best friend,
But when envy interrupts,
The façade is covered.
Friends
It’s like hydrogen bond,
It’s delicate but interesting.
Best friends
It’s like covalent bond,
Mutual sharing occur,
With a silent mean.
True Lovers
Are like soul mates,
Relation secede but soul isn’t,
One might not tell,
But another understands by appearance.
Love has many aspects,
It’s you how you see it,
Don’t get blind in it.