Let love be your religions.

The wound can be healed with medicine, The happiness and sadness can also be seen, The heart may bleed but there won’t be trace, Only some lines may reflect on sullen face, The God has put one sensational device, It bits on ceaselessly with mute voice, It can cry, laugh and express anger, With all helplessness when faced with hunger.

Love has no shape, color, creed or caste, It has wide range and can never die out or last, To think of it is madness and sheer waste, Can any one explain whether it has sour or sweet taste..!

If love is to be believed then can be found in ant region, If it that is to be worshipped then it needs no religion, All religions teach and profess same contents, Never have they come out with any adverse statements.
So long there is love there is chance, It is to be tried by all and not at once, It has unique way of handling the crisis, The magic... spell of it always forms the basis.
Can love be altered to hate or poison..?
Can there be any criteria or specific reason..?
As love has no color or fragrance to smell
How poison can be expressed or written well..?
Some scientists tried to test the poison, There was no need to explain its position, What did it cost to human life as result..! It has quality which is real and in built.
Let love be not confined to any creed, Let it not be give any type of wrong feed, It must mushroom in natural way, No one may have any objection to express or sa
It has push pull action, There is no swing or any reverse reaction, If you can not facilitate then do not obstruct at least, It may give different color and twist, It will be pushed to corner and never meet again, The position may not come true to regain.
It is hard fact of life that we must realize, If necessary then consent and oblige, Do not create any type of the blockade, Let it excel without being lost or fade