Nira’s Tale Of Love: VII
Nira’s Tale Of Love: VII1 min 15 1 min 15
In a drunken state, she was passing the time;
She was confident of committing a crime.
Slowly, slowly her lioness body melted thin;
Became a loner nocturnal like a rusted machine.
People meet, make love and they separate;
She feared the love for love could be desperate.
Is love thy name of worldly religion?
Always she wanted to be its disciple un-condition.
What is then redemption in this religion?
Indeed, bearing a child, satisfying all define thy liaison.
A man born with emotions needs such liaison;
But few ill feted have fate disproportion.