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If beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder,
kind and soft words, for sure,
shall lie in the lips of the speaker
and sweet melody, the nature is so full of,
shall find its way into the ears of the listener…
If I receive such riches,
I wonder what shall I give in return.
A silent whisper prompts,
‘Are you not the merchant
who hoards love in your heart?
unlock, open its door,
share and distribute…
Never make it ever stale.
Be quick, make space,
for the angels are on their way
to fill your heart again,
this time with love's new fragrance!’
‘Love begets love’,
soon dawned upon me the realisation.
My lost heart left buried in ice-cold vast ocean
I dived deep soon to regain…
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