Love and Life
It is never too late for me to know more about you,
At each point lie your facets new,
Still I can count a few.
Then people ask who or what's this stuff,
Are you speaking of life or speaking of love
The poet says ,"It depends on you !"
it glitters on earth's canvas,
Most importantly it somehow drenched us,
It maybe rain or dew.
Poet's pen creates its sceneries
More colorfully than the rainbow is,
With color of love and life, the brightest possible hue.