Spread the love, the love for love

Spread the love, The love for love,

Spread the smiles, Miles and miles.

Love the nature, love the feast,

Be the sunshine, that comes from east.

Sing those rhymes, for a lovely day,

Just pass them on, all the way.

Travel the world, with a bunch of smiles,

People we meet, shall follow the lines.

Feel the air, with a fresh of calm,

Just like a dove, who flies over Nile.

Spread the word, that spread this love,

Be the one, who loves to love.

:-)

Written on 07-04-2016.

This is an original work of the author and has been protected under the Indian Copyrights Act, 1957. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any forms or by any means including copying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior permission of the publisher.

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