Self Love

By Greeshma Kini

Love, what a simple thing!

Actually devoid,

Of fancy ribbon or ring.

Love, how to explain?

There are so many kinds,

But none without pain.

Love, one type you forgot.

The one for yourself.

Self-Love, you remember not.

Love, you give to others.

But not to the one,

Standing in your mirrors.

Love, you realized,

You need it too.

This you realized,

Should come from you too.

By Greeshma Kini