Love dies?
No! It lives & thrives
In a big mansion of lies
That fully decorated with mirages.
The weapon that kills men
The weapon that kills women
With the power of tongue.
Who will hear the word —love—
Without giggling & dancing?
Who will see it in one heart —via appearance—
Without hugging & kissing?
But, who knows where the true love
Will dwell till the day
A trumpeter will blow the trumpet?
