From the trouble shooting mind
An incestuous relation grow,
Making the mind a devil to One
And to the lover’s eyes a hero.
One giving enormous pain on going
And the other wanton bliss,
One making the canals please
And other sufferings to accomplish.
Both had  power  pushing the mind in hell
All the purity washing from vein,
And helping to burn heart like foul
Day by day diving into deep untold pain.
Don’t love to accomplish pain
Don’t go closer one another like hell,
Love is like an one act play
That starts gaily but ends as unreal.