Garden of Love

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

My heart feels soft touches

Of a gush of fresh air

Carrying on its invisible wings

Her sweet aroma

That leads my imagination

Even to go beyond

The body to the realm of soul.

The colorful flower that blooms

In a beautiful heart

Never withers indeed

With mere aging of the body;

It makes its power felt

By sketching roses of smiles

On the loving faces.

Even in special one's absence

Love's sap oozes out

From the green-filled petals

For it is well-reared and cared

By another in love

In his or her mind's garden.

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