The Relation
Poem (The relation) The relation that depends on gain Either of blood or Selfishness And of greed and lust Is no more than a pain In life Every profit ends in loss Cynical's has no limits to get While Temptation makes us blind And lust is trust as a mad's utopia So it weakens in doubts the gross of wants and believe Can no more go on the same .. An stranger may thy soul When others might be foe Sometimes God makes Himself And sometimes we with nature Believe in mind and sense of heart Creat the point weakest and last On which purely floats The balance of love And makes us dedicative That is the base and selter For the sprouts of relations © R.K.Mishra