Sprinkle Of Love Poem by Varsha M

Every one says life never stops
I do agree, indeed it never.

Be it good or bad be the days
Life just moves on and on

Leaving an impression of
Dirt or spirited moment of life

But with just a sprinkle of love
Life blooms like flower of hea'en

Sublime and serene in look
Yet touchy and pleasing to soul

Even the tough path seems exotic
For color of love paints it like this

Subtract the element of love;
Stands life, as a sucked off lemon

Indeed meaning of life changes
With the smell of love in its eminence.