Love Poem by Asavri Dhillon

The little petals uncurled,
Like the new born opens its hand.
The nature blushed and the skies pour rain,
Like the blush of mother's cheek
and
her tear on the newborn's eye.
The flowers bloomed and welcomed the rain drops
And the child opened its eyes for the very first time
To see the entire universe in its mother's eyes.
The nature feeds the souls with love, that's how we love.
The first thing the child sees is - the love in its mother's eyes.
Ready to shower kisses on the fragile bones
And the brand-new skin.
And those wet tall trees, who stand with pride.
The father broadens his shoulder, for he'll be called ‘papa'.
The first word a child learns with its tongue.
And this is how the forests are born.
Out of love, God's touch, and the nature's blessing.
And this is what a family is called - Love.