through the passage of turbulent times
runs the stream of love divine
narrowed which the chasm of nothingness
filled the vale with fragrant roses.
ravines cut by the flow of words
on the rocky path or desert
bruise the tender heart
the balm for this ache is rare,
hard to realize
and exceptional to find!
love for the soul
kindness at heart
benign the wellness,
gracious becomes the art!
soumyav 