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
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