A lazy stroll hand in hand
through the less frequented bylanes
of a tucked-away sleepy village
Is my idea of love.
Covert glance, shy smile
And a romantic interlude
On a quaint stone staircase
Is my idea of love.
In midst of a downpour
Searching for a pair of dancing shoes
Instead of an umbrella
Is my idea of love.
To consciously ignore
the allure of glittering baubles,
for the serenity of the vast mountains,
Is my idea of love.
Rising above the mundane to the realization
That love is complete in itself
Instead of depending on a person or thing
Is my idea of love
Copyright: Shukla Banik
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