Love Is Not A Sinking Ship Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I keep you in my deep-most part of heart
As I took risk and strove hard to win your love.
Getting a wench is risk -free from a mart
as they toast love-fest and tempt the young to vow.

We ran round in circles to meet face to face
but the first meet now makes her on his lap, lie.
They ride on bikes as they're in a horse race
and lose their souls in a crash saying bye.

Our love is not a cracked sinking ship.
It'll brave all the storms with no alarm.
The anchor of it won't let it dip
and my wounds are healed by your looks, the balm.

When the fruit of love is plucked from the tallest tree,
the gates of heaven open without the key.