The good eye will come back to me,
and the evil eye will come back to you
if you keep an eye on me.
I know your eyes are weak,
you will fall into your own trench,
I am aware of how feeble your eyes are.
Let's play the game of love and hatred.
Pick your turn and start playing right away.
No swimmer has ever made it across
without drowning in his rage.
You can rage with fire,
but I'll stay as cool as ice.
It takes two to Tango, clapping and relationships...Both are equally responsible, one may in lesser in degree than other. A thought provoking poem.
In love and hate relationship such things are very common, when you are in deeply love with someone and all of a sudden you fall apart such things are common, better take it in stride and move on...
Come on write good comments and rate it 1....Who cares but God is watching you remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patience is a tool of saints. Keeping cool requires monumental guts. Great going. Forgive and forgot and move on is the only Mantra I can give.