Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Hot and dizzy with love,
Flooded with joy,
Running into the flames of passion
to dance in the fire of love,
Go fella go!
Grab your hard-won moments of love
fleeting before the storm of hate,
Enjoy it to the core
while you are at love’s peak.
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