Love

By Agrima Singh

Love is worship,

Whose walls echo our devotion.

Love is a home,

Whose roof echos our laughter.

Love is a kitchen,

Whose floor is messy like our argument.

Love is a bed,

Whose mattress is as soft as my voice when I talk about us.

Love is a garden,

Whose tranquility cradles our embrace.

Love is the everything,

Whose soul carries the “anything I will do for you.”

By Agrima Singh