Trust in love, but a vessel full of milk,
Just a drop of sour lime,
Or any drop of sourish type,
Will result in the same,
And will make it a game.
Then try not to purify,
For all attempts will be in vain.
As no filter can filter it,
And trust will be ceased to be it.
Play not the game, for defeat is certain,
For love's, but a game, wherein
Either both win, or both lose.
Trust in love, but a vessel full of milk,
Handle with care, beware the tartish.
Be a true lover or love not at all,
For once broken the glass, no one can repair,
And thread, if broken, forever a tie knot will it bear.
having read all the 8 poems you've posted up to now, I can say that your poetry is a very good one. Thanks for sharing. Keep on writing & posting Blessings
the lines be a true lover or love not at all, for once broken the glass, no one can repair, and thread, if broken, forever a tie knot will it bear......... are just amazing and.wonderful sir! your comparison was just super! this is one of the best poem i have read about trust i can say.....
And thread, if broken, forever a tie knot will it bear. wonderful! trust once faltered is not easy to build up and the scars forever remain like a haunting of a past sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a lot for reading my poems and commenting on it