Bitter-Sweet Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

One who follows not
Its own routine
Has to obey the rules
Rules of others
Losing freedom.

What a time!
Meanings changed
Facing on earth
Buying a bottle of water
Paying the worth
Worth of its thirst
Not the price of water.
Like the cost of breath
Not of life or death.
All Tom and Harry
Paying the cost of love
Not of trust.

Beauty is not always virtue
And virtuousness may not
Always be beautiful
Well begins sweetness
Ending in bitterness.

Over and over again
Time settles its scores
In such a manner-
Stealing away steadily
My whole innocence.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.