Love is the scent with the lotus born.It is the silent choirs of petalsSinging the winter’s harmony of uniform beauty.Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon litIn the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds –Around the sovereign Silent Will.It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunraysAnd blush red with life.‘Tis the promptings of the mother earthTo feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots,And to nurse all life.It is the urge of the sunTo keep all things alive. Love is the unseen craving of the Mother DivineThat took the protecting father–form,And that feeds helpless mouthsWith milk of mother’s tenderness.It is the babies’ sweetness,Coaxing the rain of parental sympathyTo shower upon them.It is the lover’s unenslaved surrender to the belovedTo serve and solace.It is the elixir of friendship,Reviving broken and bruised souls.It is the martyr’s zeal to shed his bloodFor the well-beloved fatherland.It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another
heart.It is the God-drunk poet’s heartachesFor every creature’s groans. Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings,And thence to move to spacious fields -Passing by portals of social, national, international
sympathy,On to the limitless Cosmic Home –To gaze with looks of wonderment,And to serve all that lives, still or moving.This is to know what love is.He knows who lives it. Love is evolution’s ameliorative callTo the far-strayed sonsTo return to Perfection’s home.It is the call of the beauty – robed onesTo worship the great Beauty.It is the call of GodThrough silent intelligencesAnd starburst of feelings. Love is the HeavenToward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms,
creatures – you and IAre rushing by the straight path of action right,Or winding laboriously on error’s path,All to reach haven there at last.
