Poetry

We don’t live long

When love rules mind
No fault is ever found
Understanding sings
Songs of love brims
Everything seems good
In loving and caring mood
Shower of love for no reason
Spring booms of love in all seasons
Love when becomes bitter
Words of hatred are littered
Misunderstanding each act
Morns are turned mourns apt
Solace is secluded in rudeness
Carving grief on heart with madness
The fact that we don’t live long
To sing songs of pain for long
If paid attention to we can’t ring
Bells of pain and Psalms we don’t sing
Kill not hearts before death does it
Will not parting before death parts one from life