What Are You Love Poem by Prasad Sing

Love what are you; my food, dress or house; don't know.
Or, it is because of the body's essentials needed.
May be there is the mind who is the universe master.
Or, an immortal, mortal philosophy book of my book shelf.

You know I found you when I was at half lost, with wine.
If there it is then it should be explored.
I am here; now exploring continuously and later too.
Then, the last question's answer, found and everything's finished.

I know you never tried to know me, you know?
But do you know? that you are me.