Acceptance

Well, a conduit of my thoughts

I wish to pen down,

With couples of this era sulking

In the daily routine, with a frown,

May it be the strife between our love

Or career, 

May it be the rules of brain conflict

With hope of heart,

Handling situation with a baffled head

So unclear,

Still plucking the herbs even not in vicinity, 

Breaking both your partners and careers apart.

Could there be this thin thread to hold every bead you ruined?

Please give your love the respect of a sequin

To ornate every step of you careers with the fruits so sweet

And call each your success as 'ours'

vanishing sourness with the button of a delete.