Love is blind,
but lovers are kind.
String types of love are there,
fake, liars and hippocratic lovers are where.
As in case of love, according to our ancestors,
no one can claim and became a protester.
As it is undefined but pious,
not a chickens play but obvious.
Even illiterate one is doing love,
who is completely unaware about'l' of love.
To pollute love is very easy,
but to relate it is very dizzy.
Why a wrong cosideration is there,
that love between opposite sex is fare.
Love with mother now a days is merely a formality,
which could be relate by everyone with a responsibility.
Now we are in need of a mentor,
who could make us understand about love at his center.
After giving a look on our bad condition,
almighty could doubt on his incredible creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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