Doubtfully, mistaken, i came across Him
There was an antagonism between myself and soul
I felt the peace, the real bliss of love

I was blind, sick , bewildered
Loving Him in front, attitudinizing
Boasted, unaware of the fact

Deep somewhere inside me
Lives the creator of the universe
Nearer, as more than aorta

When I recognised Him
Felt ashamed of myself
How could I be so late
But found one lucky, wouldn't so late

Love could never be fake
If you did, would end up true
Pseudo love is true love