Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

My love is my world


I love you
My love is necessary
For the physics
For the chemistry
For the world
For the good of all
For all suffering
Humanity of the world.

I love you
And there is need
For the love
Love is my science
Love is my art
Love is the process
Love is the beginning
Love is the end.

I love you
My love is absolute
My love is practical
My love is final
I love you
My love is my world.

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
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  • Titi Dale (2/28/2013 3:31:00 AM)

    For many, love makes up, and without their love, their soul evaporates into subconsciousness... This is an amazing example! (Report) Reply

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