Santosh Kumar Pokharel
Love descends from heaven, shines
In heart; beloved opines
Love mundane can be but see
This love comes from Divine.
Love may test you stand your best
Your love nay doubly die
Dies in case you not confess
Won’t ask your fortune why?
Love’s a dew it shines with hue
In eyes does love abide
Colour blue will love imbue
Its fragrance wafting wide.
Love’s unrest, a cautious test
Does always sweetest sound
Love is best you time invest
Love will then ample count.
March 24, 2024. Bhaktapur, Nepal.
[Santosh Kumar Pokharel is a multilingual global poet of our time. He can be accessed at poetsantosh@gmail.com]
