The rose- a paragon of beauty
With sharp spikes to ache
Yet, who desires not it to hold ?
Marriage- a honey communion of two souls-
Have pains plenty to plug
Yet, who wishes to live alone?
Life- a concept of creation
With sorrows more than joys
Yet, who does’t desire to live long?
Sleep- a sweet boon at the day’s end
Assures NO gurantee of waking up tomorrow
Yet, who denies a sound sleep after a day’s hard work?
Revolution-brings desirable changes
At the cost of life and blood indiscriminate all around-
Yet, has someone there to reverse His bloody approaching?
All lovely creations stand on destruction of something,
Adored and taken care for long-
Yet, who else there at mid sweet night not to crazily destroy himself?