Where the Love Is
The whole world can be loved
proletariat those who are crying
in the streets and the lane
with a broad and liberal mind.
people those who are helpless and feeble
starving and not been able
those who living in rotten food of dustbin
accompanied with the street dog
love could go towards them.
Those who are spoiled, lost their luster
in lanes and lanes of the city
they could be taken into heart
in the nest of the humanity.
Blessed is not love; where I got astonished
Love is hard to repeat;
humanity where loose and
defeat.
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