Ek lafze muhabbat ka adnaa fasaana hai,

Simte to dil aur phailey to zamanaa hai

A nurse took the tired, anxious service man to the bedside. ‘Your son is here, she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened, heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, and he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.

He extended his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. All through the night the Young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength.

At dawn, the old man died. The nurse started to offer words of sympathy but the Marine interrupted her, ‘ Who was the man?’ He asked.

The nurse was startled. ‘He was your father, ‘ she answered ‘ No; he wasn’t, Marine replied.

‘I never saw him before in my life’.
‘Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?’ says nurse.
‘I knew right away, there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here.

Reference : Power of Love by Huzaifa Khorakiwala.

Love is eternal

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being an ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight,

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right,

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old grief’s, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I secured to lose

With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, ofall my life! – and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

By : Elizabeth Barrett Browning