Love is a game of chances;
different players, play strange techniques...
some call it divine,
others call it demon;
exquisite love is impossible
without unique proportions!
In this ridiculous game...of love
weak becomes strong
strong becomes weak
though this dangerous game, gives
nothing but failures and longings
still everyone...longs for their luck
and keep trying for it....hoping and
thinking it as sweet, sacred and harmless game! !
though this dangerous game gives nothing but failures and longings still everyone keep searching for it thinking it sweet, sacred and harmless. this poem made me think a lot...... failures and longings......... yes longings..... it is pleasant to long...... for someone to love. it need not be in wedlock. one can also love..... find a love and love really and remain in longing. dont u think so.......
Love is divine, those are blessed to enjoy the nectar, God's own kids, gud review, thanks
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