ETERNAL LOVE OF ETHEREAL HEARTS

POT OF HAPPINESS

I want to love someone who would give me so much.
Cars? gold? the rarest flowers?
They never matter when actions speak silence.
So, talk to me about the things that no one dares ask about.

A little understanding of the things I don't speak of
A little belief in the things I do
A little respect mustn't be hard to give
And be a strong wall I can lean on to.

I don't want you to fight my battles remember,
nor I want you to defend me on the war ground.
Just stay home and believe that I will return,
And when I come, cook me a pot of happiness.

Let's share it while I tell you the sad stories of my wounds.
And, my Love, I promise to do the same too.
So, why don't we let ourselves fight
Like free souls in our own battle nights.

When the morning pulls the moon down
Let's meet at the horizon
And share the pot of happiness we cooked for each other
Along with the stories of our swords only to us we utter.

-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla.