Love poetry: celebrating the greatest thing on earth
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  • Parts 4
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jun 22, 2017
Love is the most beautiful and the most magical emotion one can ever feel. Not necessarily this emotion is restricted only for lovers...but for all...mother and her child...father's protection...brother's bully and a sister's  worry...in everything there is love. It is so powerful that it can even pierce the hardest and the blackest of souls. Let us not conquer this world with war but with love which shall reunite us all. From the highest mountain to the deepest ocean...love reings. It touches our soul like a breeze but it lasts for eternity. Let us learn to live and love...to spread it ...for a better world...for a better future...where there is no war but just love. Let us inspire the weak with love...Let us all shine like a star in the darkest hour. Let us all pledge in this cause. " Into this heaven my father let my country awake" Tagore
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