The love that yields all
But owes no defeat.
The love that prevails everywhere,
But claims no place at all.
No piece of gold allurs me.
No piece of land holds me.
The Mammoth of love in my heart I hold.
I pour it on the world I behold.
Pity he cried, and Pity came
And pitied his pain.
The Death would not let him die
But gave Him life again.
-Mahendrakumar Singh
✍️✍️🌐✍️✍️
