The Forest Of Love Poem by Suresh Kumar EK

Doors half-open here,
Sunlight shy to enter,
Morning dews sprinkle,
Like feelings around.
The craving of our minds,
To be united and fly,
Aloof to a world of,
Bliss and solitude.
The poems were sung by,
Soft and sedative lips,
The novel told by,
Dreams and heavens,
The drama was written,
By our butterflies.
We are the encyclopaedia,
Of love and only love,
Which no one can refer to.
We found a silent language,
We planted seeds, innermost,
Now they are fully grown.
Forests of feelings,
Forests of alphabets,
Forests of love, only love.