The Omnipresent Love

Let's laud and cheer the omnipresent love!!

It is the binding force of the Universe..

It is present in many forms and colours all over..

In the courting pigeons..

In the wagging tail of a stray dog and the face of the one who feeds him..

In the toothless smile of an old woman and the one holding the wrinkled hand..

In the laughter of a child and the joyful pride of the parents..

Love spills all over when lovers' eyes meet..

It's there in heartbreaks too..

It is there in wishes, messages and phonecalls..

It is there in art, books, music and movies..

Let love prevail and shine...

And banish mosses of hatred..

Preetha Raj

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