Divorce is a curse,
That the society hates the most,
Since a moment hazy like fog,
It has been in existence.
Pain and relief walk on its floor,
Throbbing for the children,
And the relatives,
Comforted at times the involved two are.
What would happen in a world without divorce?
Self-killers would certainly there be,
Hatred might win love over,
A place alive with mayhem and chaos.
The frequent suffocation of relationships currently,
Lets us wonder,
About the forthcoming time,
When humane emotions will exist scarcely.
None longs for divorce to occur,
While being one,
Under the holy oath,
Is it destiny, the separator?
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