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Itself Isn't, yet It Is

Itself Isn't, yet It Is

Itself isn't, yet it's fragrant,
Itself isn't, yet it's warm,
Itself isn't, yet it's rousing,
Itself isn't, yet it's moving,
Itself isn't, yet it's reviving,
Itself isn't, yet it's alight,
Itself isn't, yet it's selfless,
Itself isn't, yet it's giving,
Itself isn't, yet it's honest,
Itself isn't, yet it's loyal,
Itself isn't, yet it's twinkling,
Itself isn't, yet it's engulfing,
Itself isn't, yet it's enforcing,
Itself isn't, yet it's breathing,
Itself isn't, yet it's caring,
Itself isn't, yet it's nurturing,
Itself isn't, yet it's embracing,
Itself isn't, yet it's transforming,
Itself isn't, yet it's timeless,
Itself isn't, yet it's crushing,
Itself isn't, yet it's painful,
Itself isn't, yet it's healing.

 

Is it as fathomless as time;
Is it as vast as the Cosmos;
Is it as benevolent as Gaea;
Is it as debatable as an afterlife;
Is it as mystical as the soul;
Is it all personified in a tree;
Or
Is it known simply, as Love?

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Sambit Kumar Pradhan

Shukriya Lorris :)
It still remains a question. I do not think I have the wisdom yet to convincingly discover the answer yet. I do however, have the hope for it.

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