Love is the great medicine,
the potion for youthfullness
For each other and sexes,
Everybody craving for it,
Yet giving it selectively,
Mostly to the ones
Where it is not returned,
Which is the most mistaken
Path, why which it is
So nuch unsatisfying,
Making every one forlorn
Orginating stories of sadness
Grief untold, unexplainanble,
Why which we should be
Practioners of love
To everyone and beings.
To keep us evergreen,
Like the ones we praise.
Ravikiran Arakkal.
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