High promises
For fair name of love
We force others to believe
In our madness
For bearing gloom on face
What people have to do?
Even if it is true!
You are denined lust access
So now you are in stress
Love is not what you define
Or try to turn hell into heaven
As if you are only sufferer
And rest are silent listener
"My hair has not turned gray" in sun light
It has exposed to so much of experience
So never underestimate sympathizer
Who shall later on turn as your sooth sayer
Love has indomitable place
In all the cases
It has basic for supreme sacrifice
With pattern of high promises
Love has indomitable place In all the cases It has basic for supreme sacrifice With pattern of high promises
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