Love

Oh! What a misfortune
In this world's institute
Have they got who lack to love
Or should I say spare to be loved
What so ever the words may be
The focus is
On ever blossoming love's tree
The twist & turn
The world's burn
Is not of what I aspire to have
Just being true is all what shall
Mould the filth of roadside streets
And with closed eye then no one will dream
Dream in day & reality in tray
Amused by the guise will no one say
These are the things too common to be
And if uncommon, impossible to believe
Something weird? Isn't it?
No my dear, it's not any myths
Rely upon yourself
Believe in you
A message too old
But still being sue
Start accepting the truth of life
And the jitters will itself fly.