“Love” – a beautiful prose by Snigdha Jha

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What is love?
Is it the one
A boyfriend feels for
His girlfriend whom
He has conquered
After scores of
Rejection?
Or is it the one
A husband feels
For his wife
Only after a year
Or two of their
Wedding
But subsides once
The wife becomes
Pregnant and consequently
Hampers her figure
With repeated childbirths
No,no,no
Not love but
Mere inflatuation
Where beauty pleasures
And attractions
Plays a pivotal
Role
Infact truest love
Is something
That a young
Beautiful woman
Does have for her
Diseased deformed
Husband
Who shows no signs of Imrovement
Yet she serves him
With a hope that
He would get well
Soon
Similarly the old
Man who fondly
Cares for his
Paralytic wife
Without any
Irritation or
Turmoil
Love is not the
One that is bonded
By looks, heirarchy and
Family status quo
But the one
That survives
Even in unfavourable
Situations
If you truly love
A person from
Heart’s deepest
Pores
Don’t abandon him
When things are
Not right
Only then can
You evolve as
Loving luminaries
Of magnitudes
Infinite heights.

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