True love wins over all hue and cry,
you,we,I but love never die,
Console the immense it's not a pie,
weed we think in the plough of fields
devoid of nurture though it yields,
Only those can taste who have got it's depth,
sour it seems whose heart never have been theft,
Why they try though know its a waste
their efforts can't make any Quest
For them we are perverted brats,lost in their ways,
but a bliss! we find extreme pleasure as such they say,
people judge a meager as we all know,
still they don't want to see the truth of major class though
talking of them a life is a corollary,one shouldn't attempt any change,
But they have got no clue of the outcome,when the inner fire is exchanged.
for us better be an entrepreneur than social self imposed and shy.
Because the ancestral trace versus love is never gonna tie..
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