Love has become a matter of literature or dream,
But never a matter of reality, even if one tries much!
Love is ever giving, but never taking anything sure;
If one lives so, one is considered to be a fool by all
And is very well deceived and left stranded forever!
Then there is no soul having pity for such a one and
Left out to fend oneself against all odds and hurdles!
With no money and material help one is made nil
And none seems to bother about one at all as a man!
This is the result of one, who cared for love and lived
For love, when whole world is running on materialism!
Economic thoughts overshadowing everything, how
Can social thoughts have a place for the well being of
All based on humanism first before love can play its role?
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