POV : Someone who's lifeless, approach you, and ask you, how you can love???

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He doesn't look at the night skies,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't smell the rainy droplets,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't read poetries,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't talk with friends,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't connect with life thoughts,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't hear songs of guitar on nights
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't drink hot coffee,
and ask me, how can I love?
He doesn't go out freely,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't include much,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't write prose,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't draw Arts,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't smell the perfume of Earth,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't care about his heart's voice,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't care about his mind in limit,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't look at the fireflies or stars,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't hear the nightingale's song,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't look at peacock's dance,
and ask me, how I love?
He doesn't spare time in his passion,
and ask me, how I love?

A fellow made himself
disable in to this world by his five sense.

© Hazel