Honored by Saurabh Joshi (Mayor, Chandigarh),Premlata (Area Councellor) for contribution in literature
When we forget our own pain, that is called love.
Hearing other's pain and feeling the same, that is called love.
Whatever the world may say, our love stays the same.
Even if life takes our breath, that is called love.
When morning turns to evening in their name,
And every breath whispers their name, that is called love.
When nothing feels good while doing our work,
And the evening feels long, that is called love.
Wherever we look, their face we see,
And our heart feels restless, that is called love.
Every moment, every hour, their memory stays,
And sleep goes away, that is called love.
When the heart wants only them as God,
Whether knowingly or unknowingly, that is called love.
When we wish to meet them by any means,
And 'Geet' sings songs for them all day, that is called love.
3.12pm 6 September 2026
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