I wondered about love,
And realised it was something tough.
I further thought,
Is it worth to be sought?

I tried to feel its touch,
But could not make out much.
I tried to see its colour,
But it was as in the eyes of the lover.

I wanted to listen to its song,
But it came out to be too loud.
I also got a hint of its scent,
But could not say what it really meant.

I pondered hard,
But there was no reward.
Yet again I thought,
Is this love worth to be sought?