Definition Of Love

By Nandita Bondre

What’s love?

When a river, 

Exuberantly runs towards the ocean, 

Knowing she is going to get actuated every time,

That’s love. 

When the sun, 

Burns all day, 

Still dies every night for her, the moon.

That’s love. 

When a plant, 

Has really hard to flourish self,

Still giving rise to a beautiful bud.

That’s love.

When all the clouds,

Cumulate the sky's emotions,

Still let the sky scream, through the thunder.

That’s love.

By Nandita Bondre