POEM
The love is life.
Death is deception.
The life is in living & grave.
No surety of love is there.
No pure, the love is born.
The deception is death.
The love is in grave.
The purity is lost.
Passion is survived.
Exploration of love is shining.
The true heart is paining.
Deception is death.
It is mocking life to give torcher.
