Love is like a remuneration to the
employ who's least paid in a firm.
And he sets his budgets diligently.
From his wishful heart,
he gives out little by little to the
different sectors of world.
He gives little,because that's what he has.
So,never push away his love
Because,
It's his precious treasure that
he's embracing you with.
It's his monthly Remuneration and
I know by the end
of his final worldly sight
he must have given you
more than an artist's 47 years income.
This poem has been taken from one of my books 'Love Arrives'
Author's Note-
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