On the stage of transient world
There are things to keep and hold.
But love-pokers and love puzzles
Often bring us into troubles.
So, we try to set the frames
To avoid that wicked games,
And persuade us with conclusion:
There is nothing but illusion,
Stating later with a sigh:
Love has gone, or passing by….
Challenges we never take.
Never learning from mistake!
Useless words and wasted dreams-
Stars forgotten in the streams…
Caution, faithful guard of fate,
Always watching at the gate,
Brings to ruthless courte of conscious
Reckless feelings,
Bold emotions.
And the Verdict is - the fools,
Those who want to break the rules!
And we state it with a sigh:
Love has gone, or passing by…