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
.
But just as all was seemingly lost
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.
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