SauravRHS

A sweet test, a sweet game

The bonding between the two,

The daylong stares,

Silent words- they call it 'woo'.

The tight smiles that squeeze out,

Yea, if noticed, doubts hang about.

 

The picture is thus engraved,

Which returns at every free second;

After a friend you have waved,

Or when you wait for a meal,

Yes, they accompany, they appeal.

 

Here is the demon, Old Nick

That lives in this heaven;

He turns natives sore and sick.

Poor them! Thrown out of the world,

Yea, the devil has had them hurled!

 

But till evil, love is pure;

'Heavenly' as in this paradise they call
Its work is to lure

The mortals and test them;

'Love', a sweet test, a sweet game.



Comments2

  • StormyDay

    Very good, I loved it. :)

    • SauravRHS

      Thank you...

    • Dolphine29

      C'est trés vrai. It is very true. I guess that in loving, most of us expect to feel the same intensity back to us or as close to the feeling towards our object or desire. But I it is my own idea, that we should not wait to come back to us as it can come naturally, but just enjoy to give what we want with love.
      Best
      Dolphine

      • SauravRHS

        Yeah... I agree with your idea. Some people expect back what they give, and when they don't get it back, some of them go mad. I think it is a silly reason to go mad... One must have the patience...



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