The Language of Love
May it be summer, winter, spring or fall?
The bee hangs around the beautiful roses forevermore,
What is the whisper in that romantic buzz?
I would like know.
The mystic Papiha love birds live in pairs,
When one dies, the other drowns itself,
What are the vows they made?
I would like to know.
The flock of migratory birds’ roams in blue sky,
If they miss one, the entire flock desperately looks for one,
What is the language of such an intimate communication?
I would like to know.
For real, there lived a unique duck with crown on his head,
He spent many years with one companion, swimming, fishing, adoring each other, in a manmade lake,
Alas, one day the companion duck was found dead,
The Duck will sit on the banks, starving, staring at the water, waiting to find his mate amongst other ducks,
He found another companion for a while, Love did not resonate, he was back on the banks,
Till one day he was found dead looking for his love,
I would like to know the promises he made; the love legend city commemorates.
May it be hot summer nights or the humid rainy nights?
Thousands of crickets sing their melodious tune whole night,
How they match their tune in one pitch of love song,
I would like to know.
I would like to know the language of love,
Which may not have script, but is the song of hearts.
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