TREAT WINE AS YOUR LOVE
Oh man! river of love is always in the midst of tsunami.
Never serene since dawn of life, You have to swim across
the tempest ridden river to reach your love
Oh rulers of the day; remember every pie you
Lavishly spend is from sweat of our labour and toils
When we live in each others soul then
Why this question you are not mine
Every thing is momentary in this world, be it
Sea waves, success or failure, fame and name
We all are transit passengers on transit ship called time
Don't you thing promises of paradise in all scriptures
are mirage; better make this world a paradise for
self and loved ones
Time does't wait for, never, be a king or a pauper
Adapt to changing time like water to remain ahead in life
Youth is prime of life; don't get drawn in wine
Oh man! wine is for life and not for death,
treat her as your love.
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