Long love know it never be
Not bedlam nor blinded not to see
To yearn young ensures years
but death cut heart with spears
For felt desires, belief and bliss in moments absolutely amiss
Yet we take the fib for truth
for facts helpless cannot soothe
This age sees no love, no young zeal
Still dream, falling head over heels
To carry on with this voyage, this life
wearisome, an endless nightlife
A sprinkle of speck of elation
no worries, nor troubles, fiction
Poetry by Bhavana 