Love...

"Arushi"

"Some say love it is a river 
that drowns the tender reed ...
Some say love it is a razer 
that leaves your soul to bleed ...

Some say love it is a hunger,
an endless aching need... 
I say love it is a flower 
and only a small seed...


Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed ,
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose..." _ Bette


19 comments:

  1. that with the sun's love
    in the spring
    becomes the rose...

    nice..
    good job

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  2. thank u random dude.. love ur comments... :)

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  3. always a pleasure..
    keep flying high (both physically and metaphorically) :)

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  4. Lovely and uplifting words, Arushi! Like a seed love needs to be nurtured to grow but can ultimately turn into something beautiful.

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  5. i like the metaphor of love as a seed, with the right care it will grow...but even after it is matured it still needs that kind of love to keep it alive....smiles.

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  6. Ah, I have always liked the way Bette Midler sings this song. Nice.

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    1. P.S. Truly, Arushi, you should only share original work I know this song! You can get in trouble for passing off others' writing as your own - especially when it is undoubtedly copyrighted material. I'd remove this post, if I were you. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

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    2. Dear mary... I hadnt heard the song... I read it somewhere and labelled it as quoted hence... I dont claim it as mine...I dint really know this was a song...

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  7. another beautiful poem Arushi...

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    1. As mary pointed out sumana... I did not write it hence... I just dint know it was a song.... innocent mistake ....

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  8. Arushi, this was the song The Rose from Bette. thanks for sharing its lyrics with us. very beautiful and haunting song. love it. thank you.

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  9. I don't see the quotes nor the documentation to back up your borrowing here. Please fix that now.
    We sing this song in gatherings, Arushi.

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    1. Please return on Wednesday with a poem of your own, dear poet.

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  10. I am de-linking your poem, Arushi. You just can't plagiarize and claim other people's words as your own.

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So much time I spent writing this... Leave me here the words on your lips!!