Love ?
+6Once,
They looked up the meaning of love.
Books and words and pensive eyes.
“An intense feeling of deep affection.”
She looked up,
A quick glance at her beloved.
Handsome golden,
A baby brown stare.
A dumb grin, dimpled cheeks.
Thinks,
“How could I love you more?”
This one, another.
Quiet in a corner.
His mind ponders,
Lost in the wind of her memories.
Grief fills his wet eyes,
A meaningless heart beat.
Another.
Then, a whisper.
“She’s gone.”
They look upon her
Pride in their smiles.
The feeling of achievement,
Faith and belief.
Diligence, another award.
“She’s my daughter.”
He silently sits,
His heartbeat matching the fleecy creature’s,
A soft hand on soft fur.
A whispered cry,
A faint purr.
“Meow.”
Giggles.
Gossip.
A compassionate hug.
A feeling of security,
of belonging and affection.
“I’ll be there for you.”
He,
Tiny and frail,
Hurt and eyes welled up.
But an optimistic smile on his face.
An insightful gaze at his mother.
Belief and faith deep in his eyes.
“She’s here for me.”
He looks upon his kingdom,
His people free and wealthy,
Prosperous and healthy,
A smile brightens his reflective face.
“I’ve won my life’s only race.”
Affection.
Grief.
Sacrifice.
Belief.
Love? 
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
