The chariot is heading to overturn.
The boat is sailing to capsize.
The travellers have no clue.
They ride merrily and verily.
The victory is not in the card.
The battle is on and on.
The warriors are not aware.
They fight with nerve and verve.
The end is going to be dismal.
Hero and heroine are in blend.
Readers are slated to happy end.
Lovers fantasize with love and lust.
What is the end in our legend?
We are in love, right or wrong.
Dear! Mind not the end.
Love while you love, I remind.
08.10.2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem