Saturday, April 18, 2015

Love

Love is not holding up a person like a roof
Being held up in the air by a solitary pillar;
Rather it is two trees, separated at their roots
And tips, intertwining and their trunks fusing
In the middle, by pure free will, interconnected
But independent

2 comments:

Sreeja said...

How true... beautiful poem! If you like, please link this poem to http://www.adashofsunny.com/category/prompt-nights/

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Beautifully profound!!