Love Is Not New! ! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

This is a new world and I travel through the new path,
I am the new freshly flowing wind and look for a new perfume,
These are the new flowers covered with new snow,
Those rays are new, just pierced through the deaf space,
The falls from the mountains and hills are new, innocent and young,
Every morn and night is new to go away to the empty galore,
Every breathe is new and every drop of tear is new,
Every minute is new and every year is new,
Every human is new; soaked, bleached and pressed,
Every theory is new; evident collected, experimented and approved,
What are not new that I found during the travel,
They Love to love; love to hate, love to irritate, love to irrigate,
Love to celebrate; love to repeat, love to respect and love to care.