LOVE

                             LOVE

Love that flows not 

Is like stagnant water

Unpreferable elements it does breed

Not to speak of the odor'

Once it flows --

It lends music to ears , beauty to eyes

Gains a rhythm to bring peace 

Become pure to quench one's thirst

Even the hardest stone is 'touched'

For it become a smooth pebble

Yes, love is like water 

So transparent that one can see through.

Love that is untold is like

Music in an un-blown flute  

Flute with dust coated

Waiting for a hand to wipe and mouth to blow

Once blown different tunes come out

Varying tunes , even the cacophony

All generate the same feeling in listener

For love reciprocates love.

Those who hesitate to pick up the flute

Himself get coated with dust

Until someone blows that away

Love , the music is lost in them.