Wait For The Season Poem by Chan Mongol

WAIT FOR THE SEASON
June 7,2019
Poem by Chan Mongol

Love is so precious but needs to be making,
It grows little by little in every breathtaking.
To love something, needing the persistence;
Otherwise, it's fake as, love grows in patience.
Selfish are those who concentrate only for joy,
They change partners for money, sex to enjoy.
Their minds are engaged for seeking chances,
They are to wreck your path and advances.
To hold a life or anything that matters to you,
In good or bad time, in any condition, avenue!
In the short life with your vicious perception,
Filth isn't love, you also can't do so, in religion.
Stick with each other and that's the peace,
Love is a tie for happiness of two to reach!
If you dump one then, go for a newer taste,
Life is short and it will be your wrongful invest!
Even, beasts know own family and stick together
But exceptions in fraud mankind who devils are!
Once you make a family, don't break but mend it,
Don't kill a domestic animal to eat its flesh-meat!
Every day the Sun sets and it rises up again
Every year winter finishes and comes back rain.
Always, give a chance to your own family, person,
Wait for the goodness to return like a season!