Love : The Innocent Accused
Love : The Innocent Accused
Love is not in the name
The world of feeling is the real game.
Many came and went
Who thought love is something to tame.
Don’t believe my words
But listen to the silent story that needs to be heard
But gaze the photo of love which has gone blurred
But read the popular words of love, it will only appear absurd.
Love is not a ring that you can hold
Or a product that can be sold
Neither it’s a mere idea, century old
Nor a robot that can be controlled
It’s a decision beyond right and wrong
It’s a music in life’s song.
It’s a wind that makes even a tiny leaf strong
Just like death, it takes you where you truly belong.
Love is not in the name,
The world of feeling is the real game.
The world of feeling is the real game.