Love is not the hunger of the skin,
Nor the fever that asks to be owned.
Love is a quiet light within,
A flame that learns to stand alone.
It does not beg, it does not bind,
It does not fear loss or gain.
It walks like truth through heart and mind,
Gentle as faith, strong as pain.
Love is not "mine" or "yours" to keep,
It breathes where freedom stays.
Like God, it wakes the soul from sleep
And teaches silence how to pray.
If it stays, it stays as grace;
If it leaves, it leaves as light.
For love is not a face or place—
It is the courage to be right.
By Rajendra Prasad Meena
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem