My Search

There was a day, when I felt that,
I couldn’t’ feel
What it was to be in love.
I thought of the day
That I too will be loved
Like a flower loves a bee,
Like a lotus towards the sun,
Like the birds to a tree.
Though the day is far away,
I will still dream of that day.
That which keeps me going,
It is that what I seek,
The day I find it shall be the day,
My search for love will end.

by G. Siva Shankar

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