A poem on love

A poem on love should begin with
a sketch on white paper.
A sun beaming between two hillocks,
small birds appearing just below,
a river flowing under a wooden bridge
that leads to a serene hut.

Children playing under trees,
green pastures around.
Two kids,
a boy and a girl.
Holding hands
looking at the horizon,
beyond the hills,
away from the drawing paper.

A poem on love should end here.
The sketch should be protected now
from a pale time.
Preserved;
not to see a decaying reality.

Nicely framed and
hung
on the lonely wall of your drawing room.
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(2012)