No Peak - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
I thought it was LOVE.
Still think it is LOVE; it is LOVE;
for I am LOVE. ~ Lena Bassford
Love has no color
It is pure attachment and honor
Not all people are lucky
It s gift from an almighty
It has no cast
It does not last soon
It is always rising at peak
The behavior simply speaks
Why do we shower?
Sympathy and feeling for stranger
It is divine pull
That makes it sweet and full
Who can live without?
Who can remain silent?
It is universal and recognized
Each soul is thankful and obliged
I shall say” I have “
With full sanctity
As blessings are poured directly
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