Love Poem by amar ghimire

What is love?
This mystery cannot be solved.
Many way to define it,
But don't know which is fit.

Where it originate from,
Don't know what is its norm.
It is said love is blind,
As it grow from heart not from mind.

Love is meeting of two heart,
Which cannot be expressed in chart.
It don't discriminate between thin and fat
Many people believe in that.

Love brings the feeling of hate
I think it is a fate.
You accept it or not
You have to struggle on it a lot.

Once you are in it
You are like a playing kit.
To be in love many sacrifice is to be done
It effects many or none.