It is a moment –
Flight of time
And vanishing of space –
Then a shimmering ray of light breaks out.
Ask me not what love is –
It is not its description
But its feeling
That gives it the sublime trajectory.
Man does many things –
Large and magical,
But love occupies for a moment,
And changes the man forever.
Suffern, New York, March 11, 2017
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
