Akhand Singh

Nothing beats the beating heart

The pouring of unconditional shower

Warmth of the cotton and flames of crazy desires

Holding hands when the love birds talk

There is passion, heaven and the bonfire

They say it right, where there is love there is life

The glow, the hope and the survival’s fight

Because when the world collides and the war flies high on the sky

Love conquers all; it climbs up like the cold and beautiful moon-light