Love is to be felt!!Not seen

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When you were in her womb
U din even see her face
U just kicked her tummy
Rolled up and down!!
She kept talking to u
& U never spoke back
yet she kept loving you
Without even seeing ur face!
Every night, she said you stories
believing it'll sooth u to sleep!!
Mornings and noons
Were quite new ,
As she spent every minute talking to you!
Even if she's abstemious
 She ate doubly
Forgetting her diets!
Just for You!!
Life goes this way with more of assumptions
and less of askance!!
 You too slept like a ball 
Inside her womb,
FEELING her warmth!!
Loving her soul
&Hugging her womb for 280 daysl!
Despite her fingers touched you
you FELT her love on u,,
Although u never found her face
 you FELT her beauty..
Everything goes in this way
-feel of warmth
feel of love
feel of beauty
for ten months !!
When you can cross 10 months of love,
By just feeling &
not seeing!
Why its so hard for u?
To accept her Physical absence,
Once she's gone!!
Love never lies in physical form
But in virtual world
tying two hearts
with golden threads!!
Even air is glue
If your love is true!!
"Love"
,It stays and sways as 
Heavenly heaven!!
If you love your mom, dad 
from the deepest of ur heart
You won miss them
even if they aren't near
Even if you bereave!
Love is abstract , not absurd!
Don keep searching for lost love...
Certain things are to be felt,
Scenes can cherish you on sly!
But only Feel can keep you alive !!


This post goes for one of my Alterego
who bereaves of her mother!

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