Cardboard Days With No Nights Comments

Ila: Mom that's not the poets point, the poet laments on the futility of artificial days when he had been neck deep in love, love has no divisions, it has no compartments, and has no time day or night.

It is only a breake from the routine day, without any ????? we hardly celebrate any thing. Generally we took our dear ones so casualy that we could not be able to see their love labur and care.- - - - - - - - - -ila