sometimes we take for granted
the fruits of love
the seeds of love
sprouting to be nurtured.
sometimes we never see
the glory of love
that touches us deep
we just look up above.
sometimes we are blind
we thought we’d never find
kept on looking far and far
but we never looked behind.
sometimes we are numb
ignoring till we succumb
to the death of hope
and we swallow till we choke.
sometimes we leave behind
afraid on how it binds
never thought it was a mistake
taking freedom for belongingness’ sake.
sometimes we forget
we found and yet regret
we remember and ponder
where it is and we wonder.
sometimes love’s hard to find
only because it’s just behind
and only sometimes it just happens
just once……