The two lovers deserted apart
Not sore, but,
sublime amenable they are,
he, being the constable one,
singe every noxious element in air,
she, the compassionate one,
prevents us to face inferno’s mare.
How steep we are standing in their warm arms,
living in her lap, unaware of her harms,
the ‘candle of development’ we sear,
burns her soul, on his rear,
He, being a wedded lover,
aggressively heats up,
she cries aloud to dew,
all the ruin he causes to us,
the ideal match, one could ever perceive,
when the waterly lips kisses the tears on our cheeks,
(she calms us down, and he does her)
Nobody knows,
when first from her he rose,
the saga of the earth and the sun,
can’t make anyone snooze,
none of the acquaintance we have,
about their onset,
rather, fully cognized about our doom.
She’ll cry on and on,
not for him, but for broods of her own,
the banausic lousy demons they saved,
who did everything mazed.
She’ll cry on and on,
to liquidate everything and everyone,
her tears will be superior to anyone,
On the last judgment day,
They’ll meet,
that will be the cessation of our tale,
and restart of theirs..!! |
