A Land Where Love Resides – A Poetic Journey

A Land Where Love Resides – A Poetic Journey

I do not seek the Eiffel’s charm,
Nor Venice cloaked in twilight calm.
I long to walk where hearts don’t lie,
And peace is painted in the sky.

Not for the passport’s worldly pride,
But for the soul I choose to ride—
To lands where justice gently flows,
And kindness in each gesture grows.

A mapless quest, yet true and deep,
Where eyes still shine and spirits leap.
Where strangers greet – with eyes that speak,
And mighty hands uplift the weak.

No palace gates, no golden towers—
But quiet lanes with blooming flowers,
Where love is not a rare disguise,
But dwells in tears and smiling eyes.

Where every meal is shared, not weighed,
And truth walks bare, not masked or swayed.
Where children play without a fence,
And silence speaks more than pretence.

Where judges weep for pain they’ve heard,
And poets sing each broken word.
A land where wounds are held, not shamed,
And every life is gently named.

O give me hills that hear the heart,
Where values form the native art.
Where sunsets speak in tones of gold,
Of stories just, of courage bold.

There, let me rest, no need for more

A hut of hope, a humble shore.
No need for crowns, no need for kings,
Just skies that soar with gentle wings.

So call me – dreamer, if you must,
But dreams alone defy the dust.
And every step I choose to take,
Shall be for love and kindness’ sake.

For not in borders, not in sand,
But in the soul I seek my land.
Where peace walks free and love decides—
Yes, take me there, where love resides!