Love Is War

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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But you can not remain aloof or far It is not in your hands It is blessings from the friends Love is self feeling Comes from within and emanating For unknown person With strong bond and reasons No one has defined love in clear terms Animals too respond to love in return It can be mother's love towards children Father's love to whole of family and to others even What happens when we try to see differently? From different angle and approach gently It is altogether feeling for closeness and belonging One tries to overcome it by the longing I see rare feeling in pets They make it known to the owner and let Others too know about their allegiance A sign of love that stands at variance There is no language of love A typical syndrome to behave One goes after an object in passionate mood Not caring for self or even neglecting the food Even sages or seers have failed to translate There are no proper words to define or relate It is an internal adjustment for liking Nothing goes in head or striking I would love to be very much Part of nice attachment as such It is holy feeling with natural desire Who on earth may try to neglect and not admire? It is creative eye from the nature That sees all green around and there It is beyond imagination of mankind That love plays important role in the life of even blind

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