Love is the sweet pain endured by mothers at child's birth,
Love is the backbone of one's life till death.
It's not just about a boy and a girl,
It's what shines in life's treasures like a pearl.
Love is blind is what they say,
But it's the leading light even on the darkest day!
Greatest bliss is being with your loved ones,
When separated, we crave to meet atleast once.
If there's a synonym for mother, then that is love,
For her heart is always love's treasure trove!
Love is not just liking beauty of a sight,
It's all about blending the inner feelings right!
Love is not just about beauty being admired,
It's all about letting go of ego and pride!
Love makes our lives sublime,
Reverberates till death, it's charming chime!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sai. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.