Gazhal 35 Poem by Prakashsingh Rajput

We need a name, for every relation
Or else our identity, turns into a question
What will you call, for attachment of body and soul
To recognise it, is not a music note
Love has several, angles in the world
Some relations are, beyond imagination
When we all know, we are one as a human
Then why we are following, the rules of division
Though we have everything, in our hands
Yet we are not believing, our own creation
Though we are victims, of our own mistake
'Prakash' is waiting for proper action