LOVE

Love.. what a feeling is it? I never understood till yet.
Was it when i opened my eyes and saw my parents for first time?
Or was it when their eyes met with mine?
Was it the time when my mom scolded me for my mistake?
Or my dad went with me fishing at lake?
Was it the day I got failed and mom supported me up?
Or the day my dad brought me a chocolate or an icecream cup?
Was it the day when I had a breakup with my girl-friend?
Or was it the night i cried for her and thought my life has come to an end?
Was it the day my parents guided me the way?
Or helped me up through difficulties night and day?
Still its a huge feeling very hard to say.
Its easy to fell in it and with it one can learn his way.

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