Who taught you first
how to drink your mother's breast?
None. You already knew it.
You just had to open your mouth to prove it.
Your mother's breasts, air of your breath,
they all are intertwined with your existence.
So is love.
Love too is intertwined with your existence.
You just have to love to know,
you are a lover!
A beautiful candle is there within your heart
waiting to be kindled.
That candle is love.
Kindle it o man, kindle it.
Your soul thrives best in love.
Your heart sings best in love.
O blind, o deaf, o ignorant
then why you
starve your soul and agonise your heart?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Emile V Lacomte
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You just have to love to know, you are a lover! then why you starve your soul and agonise your heart? Perfect treatment given to the role of love in life.