When I asked from my friends to say what is love the following phrase of sir Dinakararao's phrase struck me so much and i write down the following reflection- Sir Dinkaran rao says " but it is eternally Gods love which finally that matters to everyliving being"

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I woke up at the chirping sound of the birds
And sat upon the bed listening to co pose words
I couldn’t decipher the meaning of their sounds
So I walked up to gaze through the window’s rods

Two birds looked at each other touching their beaks
Then they sang looking around plopping their wings
They leaped up their necks listening the nature’s echoes.
Then they flew hopping on the twigs pecking the worms

I dashed out in the open air to breathe the fresh air
In that placid air I felt being in mother’s arms
I leaned upon the green carpet gazing the sunrise
The Divine grace enveloped me like the dew on the grass

Being aroused by the divine grace I gazed beneath the eyebrows
The lights flashed before me like the calm waves
Peace flooded my soul, my limbs were paralyzed
I beheld an eye lined in blue and purple; yellow at the centre
A star shining bright,; silence became a language

Burning heat in the heart aching with pain like a wound
Painful, acute but not willing that it escapes
Wave raced upon my heart I perceived the Lord
I felt attuned to Him and forgot the whole world

The heat cooled down calmness surrounded my self
Filled with amazement I felt one in the divine
When I realized, everything faded, gently I woke up
I felt the thirst to see Him again but in vain I longed.

Love flooded my soul to serve the world
With a smile greeting the unloved with compassion
Bowing my head, acknowledging in them the divine
Creating equality and universal brotherhood

To share my plate, to heed the starving,
To bend my glass to purr out to the thirsty
To cut my sheet to cover up the naked from his shame
Thus render my cult to God and long to be His beloved

With this proposal I woke up like from a sleep
Finding my limbs stiff as if paralyzed
I called out my lord and asked for His grace
The blood began to rush to regain my strength

Slowly I began to move with reverence
My hands and fingers aching with such pain
But joy was floating in my soul with remembrance
With a new zeal I rose up to serve my brethren