Death of love? A relationship
A bond that is transparent
Each will take a step
But the steps are only current
Marriage? tis' not a game
But each play anyway
Traditions are to blame
As victims rather live in fray
Those norms are not of this time
Suffocating us as an unbearable noose
Against us committing a crime
No other story written for the bruise
The blind? they are blind
Only not as you all are
Our minds always grind
For your traditions took it too far
The voice of the youth
To you? Unimportant
Silenced mouths are a proof
For your norms of marriage are more important
Love to you is a crime
You don't see through the heart
But why is love a crime?
In your eyes it is for your eyes are blind and apart
Marriage? tis' not a game yes it is all r licensed to at night play it haven't you you do all do we do so mg is a lovers game mostly of two ought to be different but not now all know you too don't you nice mg thoughts poet coming from you
An insightful creation elegantly crafted in verse with rhythmic splendour. Brave utterances set aside for honest reflection.
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now please read my MOMS SMILES POEM ITS DIFFERENT Marriage? tis' not a game yes it is all r licensed to at night play it haven't you you do all do we do so mg is a lovers game mostly of two ought to be different but not now all know you too don't you nice mg thoughts poet coming from you