My Love
Love does not languish
For love's return
Self sustaining
kindles its ashes
Again to burn
Love does not demand
Like swollen ego
Fan me with ardor's fuel
It's life giving elixir of contentment
In bottomless wells may dwell
A simple sky, love lives under
Content to hide under mossladen rock
Of many a careless burial without exhumation
Yet love needs no key to its possession
For it never was meant
To be kept under lock.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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