Oct 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India
Love is not a hope
But a habit of taking dope,
Love is not a star
But a lamp towards the bar,
Love is not a fame
But a plan of deadly game,
Love is not of gladness
But a threadless cloak of coyness,
Love is not a fate
But definitely cheap as sweat,
Love is not for green
Rather its hue of water akin,
Love doesn't make any history
But certainly a tomb of rivalry.
Love is not a hope
But a habit of taking dope,
Love is not a star
But a lamp towards the bar,
Love is not a fame
But a plan of deadly game,
Love is not of gladness
But a threadless cloak of coyness,
Love is not a fate
But definitely cheap as sweat,
Love is not for green
Rather its hue of water akin,
Love doesn't make any history
But certainly a tomb of rivalry.
Love is a great virtue, but regret to say today pure love has lost her self-identity. We shoud revive her again to make the scorching world vibrant and lively..
