{ A Short Poem On:::: Love} Poem by Manohar Bhatia

[As I sit on the edge of Nariman Point
A cool wind engulfs me at the point
With the setting sun casting its golden rays
The Chaiwallas and Channawalas hawking their eats,
With the people roaming carefree enjoying the point

Now, the day has ended
And the night has fallen
And the birds have spread their feathers,
Some have found pebbles and stones
Others have found pearls and rubies

But of what use are pearls and rubies
When a people know not the real value,
Real value is to be found in the heart,
Where love resides mysteriously,

Oh Man! Wake up and unlock that mystery
And find the most precious gift of Nature
Because, love is a many splendored thing
Blessed is the man who has experienced it
Pity the man who has lost it
And curse the man who has denounced it.