Love's Ambience Poem by C. P. Sharma

Cupid comes unawares
We never know when he shoots
Its arrows pierce deep
And nourish being's dormant roots

We hear the unheard
And see the unseen
Love's scent so strong
It crosses Byzantine

Its music is soulful
Uplifted is our being
No autumn there
But the eternal spring

Religion and breed
Color and creed
Knows no taboos
Sows love seed

Miles
Styles
Mingle
Jingle

True love never pines
Always intermingles
Even its pain soothes
All worldly trifles tingle