There is no
life without love,
It started
with our first move,
Out in the
world from the mother's womb,
Parents were
our universe, showering love on us to bloom,
Father the
guiding sun, Mother the nourishing earth,
Of protection, care, wisdom there was no dearth;
Venturing
into the world, without knack,
We grew up
with close friends, the wolf-pack,
Bodies
growing taller and stronger,
Bonds with
bosom buddies deeper,
In our
vision every single day, we were so near,
Yet the
cunning thief time, stole those pals afar;
Out of the parents'
cocoon, the silkworm broke free,
And the moth
flew out with glee,
With verve,
in search of true love,
The precious
silk it did, indifferently shove;
High on the
potion of youth,
That causes amnesia
of truth,
It was attracted to
flowers so spectacular,
Got drunk on their
intoxicating nectar,
Heart and
body filled with joy,
Little did it know it was decoy,
Flowers had
a hidden motive,
Create an illusion highly deceptive,
For romantic love maybe fickle,
And leave
the heart brittle;
The silk left
behind, woven into a welcoming home,
Brimming
with the love of the enlightening father,
And the love
of the nurturing mother,
Love, unconditional
and selfless to the core,
The eternal
love of the waves and the shore!
