Where is love?
Where is love? One fine day, in the winter I stepped out, in search of love. Hoping to find it everywhere, so, I looked here, there, everywhere I looked for it in my children, in my wife and my parent, in my brothers and my sisters in my friends and my well wishers all in vain, I returned with empty hand. I expanded my search, far and wide looking for the place, where love could hide searched the depth of the oceans and pinnacle of the mountains, Searched jungles and the cities villages and the towns, searched roaring seas, and the flowing rivers while the december chill gave me shivers all efforts down the drain, I returned empty handed, once again. Then, there is this last place am afraid to look, for the fear that, all hopes I would lose I need courage and strength to look for love in this last place, deep down at the bottom of my heart.