The search

Idea is to talk about love by not using the word love

I read it about somewhere

To set my sight on it I took a walk possibly everywhere.

The rhythmic motion of my leg stopped as I passed by electric fences.

To look at the martyr words I adjusted my lenses.

"Those who are seeking shall never find it"

I thought these words were born under the blanket of fight.

The martyr words were still playing in my head

Then I came to know humans symbolized it with color red.

The priority of search went down the list

The tantrums of authorities intentionally closed my fist.

On the journey to home I became the parent of doubts

But I tripped by the words at the bar from the sister's mouth

The younger said" I found it in the morsel of rice offered by the elder"

the elder said" I found it in the touch of my mother".

The priority of search again made it to the top

When I saw a photograph of a happy farmer with his crops.

Walking under the shadow of moon I was embraced by the wind

I realized that someone was calling me from behind.

Dressed in red with full of light my sight fell on her

I just wanted her to come close and whisper

Giving it a shape and a name I just added a constraint

I just want the martyr words to be repaint.

I am certain that the search has not yet ended

Until the funeral of mine is attended.

Author's Note

Even if there is a single mistake let me know because learning helps me grow