Love Seeds: A poem by Aabha Vatsa

A dream, naive and flushed with innocence

Yet pure by intent

Waited a while, bursting with hope

To anchor and flourish.

Yet, Providence had other plans

Mysterious and gigantic to the core.

Still, the dream trudged on

Tired, wounded and shaken

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But just as all was seemingly lost

Love arrived magnificently

Carrying in its robes, precious seeds of love.

Heavens showered incessantly

The tantalizing rain of love

For it was love, deep and passionate

That celebrated the culmination of the dream.

The touch, beyond comprehension

A fulfillment of the heart's soulful desire

Engaged lovingly under the fragrant canopy

Albeit short lived.

But the seeds of love had been planted

And unknowingly they sprouted

One by one

Till a garden bloomed with the most beautiful blossoms.

Today the garden stands as a testimony of that promise

A love so aromatic and precious

Waiting for that chosen wanderer

To exhibit its splendor

And offer the harvest of the love seeds.