Inside the hot summer noon
 a hot discussion on love
 in my cool chamber
 surprised me and my conscience
 whether i am really
 have interest to know
 what is love? 
 So many interesting point
 filled the air
 with mango juice, 
 one of my friend said
 'love is nothing but the emotional attachment'
 another said 'love is the passion 
 just like the sweet death of an insect in fire'
 I listened and listened, 
 could not reply
 as I'm still in dilemma 
 whether love actually exists? ? ? 
 Whether the thrill
 that, sometime satisfy
 my inner soul
 can be called love, 
 whether the attraction
 to somebody or to something
 can be defined as love, 
 or, the desire to sacrifice
 everything for somebody
 or for some cause
 is real love, 
 Love, the riddle
 tells new story each moment
 shows a new face
 new passion 
 always 
 to hug and dream
 the angel
 who never come
 in whole life.
 But, 
 the dream 
 covers whole life
 as the blue sky
 covers the earth
 for creation of new life
 to enhance beauty and joy.
 Love still unsolved
 a matter of feelings
 unequal 
 in each moment, 
 a challenge, that
 attracts the inner soul
 to take up a journey
 and discover.
 by sarojini pattayat.08/04/2013                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem