I Think It Is The Hope Of Loving Poem by Dr Shamim ali

How can we be lively, how to carry on?
I think it is the hope of loving
or being accepted
I heard a story once about the powerful sun going on an expedition
to find out the reason, that how the moon wept at night
without his beloved’s
devoted gaze
We always cry when feelings of love and care do not reach our hearts.
We become parched like waterless soil if someone close
does not rain his
benevolence
upon
us.