Love is life,
Life is love,
In the lotuses of a God's eyes,
I find that everlasting love,
In the maddening notes wrung out,
From a lonely flute, I find that love,
In the peacock feathers that dance around,
I find that love pouring out.
In the blades of a spinning wheel,
I see the love of my life oozing
In the curled, marble folds of a stray conch,
I see love liberating.
And love is my life,
And my very life is to love,
Within the curly locks of my hair,
I find that love of my life sleeping.
Encased in the books I read,
I see that love printed in letters.
In the milkiness of my face that reflects sunlight,
I feel that love dance on my cheeks,
In the seconds of every minute of my life,
I find that love hiding in time,
In the creased cotton of my clothing,
I find that very same love laughing,
Oh, this love is my very life,
And my life is a witness to this divine love,
Yes this love defines me, my life,
And my life finally has found its love,
Yes, I shall love this life,
And live this love to its fullest,
For, love is life,
And life is love.
And, Madhava, You are both,
My love and my life.
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