Is that love when you hide your face,
I wish I could trust you with grace.
Never ever came across this in my life,
You pierce my soul with wish of knife.
For me,'Love' is the most sacred word,
Which melts souls,around the world.
Why you fall for perishable body,
Which clad in dresses maylook gaudy.
When in teens I read, Mills and Boons,
I had not born with Silver Spoons.
Dreams make us wander in the palace,
It pleases even when , in solace.
Why should bodies be so dear to us,
When the souls shouldn't have curse.
May be this planet live not for ages,
But I live in scriptures and tales of sages.
Why can't I become like others then,
It seems I'm still living in my den.
I wish I could give a smile on a chin,
So that I may live in peace within.
✍️ Pratibha Paul Mehta (Shimla)
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