Ode To Love

Long journey limits to yards,

If you there, life does not retards,

In the darkness you are the light,

Even put the blind into delight.

Beloved children of the gods,

Connected by the bonds,tougher than the shackle,

And weaker then the strings of silk.

O you love on which the nature depends,

As it shines because of you,due to cry you produce,

Generations come and go,and the earth continues to ‘to and fro’.

Nothing is deeper than you,nothing more diverse than you,

Like the rays passing through prism,diverge in directions few,

Each having its own charm,and depth unknown to the lover new.

In your kingdom,the life is you,

Conquering the soul, for the actions commander is you,

And against the saying of fortune-teller,the destiny becomes you.

Long journey limits to yards,

If you there, life does not retards,

In the darkness you are the light,

Even put the blind into delight.