Love Poem by rishabh rathod

You know this very well,
This thing cannot be sell,
It is in heart for all,
Which couples in garden get fall.

Love is present all,
It will never fall,
To all its very tender,
It goes in air like feather.

Some demand,
Some young get repremand,
Some could not say,
To achieve it some pray.

Many times it turns up into fight,
The realation breaks,
some put chilly flakes,
Take care,
Because the rope of love is not tight,
We need to share,
love.