Sleeping in the sun,

under shadow of thee,

It is a rare pleasant blessing,

for me.

In this dried desert,

of water deprived,

A tree is a chance,

to sleep under,

for the seekers arrived.

Those who are a seeker,

on the path of love,

All doors are always open,

on them somehow.

In the desert of nihility,

from the blessing of love,

A tree will grow for them;

worthy of admiration,

for the beloved above.

To their dark days,

patience and hope,

are the light.

And their dark night,

of the full moonlight,

will be bright.

If heavy stones,

would rain from the sky,

the safety of their life,

in the flood,

would be very high.

The faith in them,

is so much strong that;

Without any fear,

they will not give in,

to any bullying bat.

O! heart,

make sure to fall in love,

for without love,

Life with fall,

from its ongoing,

below and above.

The world will never see,

the color of sun’s pill.

The wheat will not become,

bread without a mill.

Jesus will not see,

the gathering of,

his disciples at all.

Muses will not be able,

to split the Nile for all.

Stability of the sky,

will fall apart,

to a harm.

Without love,

there will be no,

attraction or charm.

If word of love,

is not there in between.

Pure words of the pen,

will not be seen.

Without;

the fragrance of love,

there will be no cheer.

Without love,

how we can reflect love,

and to love adhere?

How can kindness,

become a virtue?

How can this poem,

be so pure and true?

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