By Mahendra Arya
Everyone loves their Parents –
Marking words, we hardly share
But, I believe without compare
We never expressed how much.
Love - you cannot measure
It is a precious book
Written in the emotions of pleasure.
I love a flying bird – many years swing.
She swims too high under an oceanic sky
I never express - I do not know the reason why?
I adore her, but I never expected anything.
Though the bird knows
But love takes birth in a silent bay
And the call of silence
It can be heard far away.
Love has no language.
Those who cannot understand love
Understanding feelings, so tough
It is a precious healer
To anyone who suffers from fears
When eyes weigh stones
Only love can wipe the tears
Nature loves us without discrimination
It asks: no religion, no caste and no region
Love lives without words
Like a mother,
With children -
Kindness, Happiness, and Believe.
Do not hate anyone;
It will return to you
But, if we truly love like nature
It will make us new.