Love

The last ivy leaf becomes a masterpiece...*

You don't need to be a billionaire to be generous,

It's not an act of money

But of an intense mind.

Sometimes, when you paint the leaf

In stormy rains, the generosity 

Swells and spills into altruism;

Where even asymptote touch the curve!

Some show grief

Some don't

And some don't feel it-

Which is a problem,

You cease to be human, that moment!

Generosity stems from the grief-

You feel for the other who is in misfortune,

Life moves on-

We can't behave blind,

It's not to just watch,

But to respond.

This journey towards merging-

Back into the substance of life,

The earth, to be back as molecules-

That life is made of…

Let's make our masterpiece-

Be it an ivy leaf!

Probably the hardest of strokes to make…

And beyond altruism-

Is the sense of bond you feel-

For the rare ones,

For whom you would give beyond life;

Walking the journey together towards the end-

Where everything cease to exist,

Still the feeling of entwinement remains!

May be that is called love.

*The last leaf : O Henry

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