Oliver Rounds Poem by Varsha M

Nothing is prescious
Love is pretentious
Only for those who know not
The wealth of family bond
Gem was formed
Over the years of pressure
To be glitter of special someone
But the concept was misunderstood
Dame leaves the gem intended
Wearing the shame he donned
Stetching the gap in the valley
Meant to be resolved cleverly
But the spinner was the ego call
How can I approach after all
And why should I submit at all.

Turing the back once meant to support
All because confusion unresolved yet
Two bodies one soul concept
At the verge of seeking self first.

Synchronicity needs workouts
Investing into Oliver rounds.