i wonder what it is like
what does it do to you dat changes everything
suddenly it turns ur lyf
sometimes makes u swirl in d air
like the bird getting the wings
sometimes it makes u cry
like the mother loosing her child
i say it is love
becoming cure at times
and becoming disease at other times
u live with it
like the air necessary to breathe
u die with it
like the sweet poison made to kill
we ol try to figure it out
try to find tricks to make it work'
but we fail
because there is no shortcut we can take
its like the flower of rose
beautiful, sweet
but with thorns
making us realize dat there is no victory without a fight
it starts with ur heart
but ends at someone else heart's
travelling ol the way
to care for one it desires
yet at times it remain unfelt
like the beauty of nature gone unseen
u preserve it deep within
cheerish it everyday
but it stil hurts someday
dats how is love
but in the end its the only thing we want
jahanvi....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem