The intelligent mind,
unable to comprehend
love, without lust;
opulence, not kind,
a poverty-monger;
success, taking sides
professes failure;
in love's presence
existence experiences
abundance...
from the depth of
a bombed earth,
a green sapling,
unconditional affection
announces birth;
love, at the helm of things
dancing, swinging, singing
in the middle of all
human-made crises.
Good one sir. In the middle of all human made crisis 👌Apt
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear young poet. Glad you liked it. Stay blessed.
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