Every day is offered in the name of love
Every day is celestial, every moment is celestial
Every day can overflow the Yamuna of Love
Every day can nourish the body, mind and soul …
Love remains silent under the tree of agony
To lift from sadness,
Love decorates the golden palace with soft hand
Being a soft melody the flute of love is blowing
Being a sweet song it waves its surrounding.
Love comes as the tune of Harp to the Brindavan of love
Love comes as the first shower of spring
Love comes as the first seeding of creation
Love does not know the words of protest
Love does not easily obey the causeless conditions of separation
If the head hits on the stone of agony again and again
Love rejuvenates itself like a newly bloomed flower,
The song of love is sung indistinctly in the silent forest of heart till the
Love may be the name of yonder sky.
Love may be the blue of the Ocean.
The beauty of love can be stared
The profundity of love cannot be assumed easily.