Garden Of Love Poem by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

My heart feels soft touches
Of a gush of fresh air
Carrying on its invisible wings
Her sweet aroma
That leads my imagination
Even to go beyond
The body to the realm of soul.

The colorful flower that blooms
In a beautiful heart
Never withers indeed
With mere aging of the body;
It makes its power felt
By sketching roses of smiles
On the loving faces.

Even in special one's absence
Love's sap oozes out
From the green-filled petals
For it is well-reared and cared
By another in love
In his or her mind's garden.

-Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar