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I met Love..!!!

I met love the day I opened my eyes for the first time.
She had teary eyes and strangely a broad smile.
I realized, love was an amalgamation of many feelings.

I met love in the plastic eyes of my doll named 'Anna.'
For the first time, I realized, love preferred silence and it needs to be understood.

I met love in between the spokes of wheels of my first bicycle.
For the first time, I realized, love runs fast, it needs to be chased.

I met love in the smile lines of my paralyzed grandpa.
For the first time, I realized, love is trying.

I met love in summers. She had wrinkled eyes and wore specs.
For the first time, I realized, love was selfless.

I met love on the third bench of the first row and love wore a tie.
For the first time, I realized, love can be a girl.

I met love when I was 21, and stood on the opposite street of where I was standing. Love waved and said goodbye.
For the first time, I realized, love doesn't stay, always.

I met love on the 3rd bench of the altar on my wedding day.
Love smiled and left.
I realized, love is a sacrifice.

I met love on the patterns of the ECG machine of my dying wife.
I realized, love too, fluctuates.

I met love on the deathbed at my funeral, he had white petals and rested on my grave till he withered.
For the first time, I realized, love too, dies.

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  1. Jaimi PanchalJuly 17, 2018

    Heart touching. Love can turns any moment of into a marvelous experience. Life is not about Netflix and chill, neither is it about money or success. Life is all about LOVE.

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