He searched the whole world over,
from the valleys below
to the mountain above.
He thought his quest would be difficult...
to find the origin of love.
But he saw it on many faces,
be they red,
or yellow,
or black...
And in every place he visited...
from the U.S.
to Iraq.
He saw it at births,
and weddings,
and many moments less sublime...
He stopped his quest when he realized
He was seeing it all the time.
Now when he's asked ‘that question'
he sits back
and he grins...
"You don't have to travel very far, " he answers,
"to know a smile is where love begins."
Love to be seen amid the people without caste and creed.A good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really enjoyed reading this, interesting narrative