When the youths forge passports and banknotes
to wreak havoc to themselves and the nation,
you don't renege on the deal of visual quotes
though the film-stars shine in abrogation.
What pen you use to write up the deal
in glorious, immortal, sacred words?
If the rapport fails, your heart none can heal!
A slight rumour makes your kin to draw swords.
If anyone made the contract breach,
the other doesn't waft into the sea of life.
Before the first, the peak of life, does reach,
the estranged makes her fall in strife.
The marriage of flashing glances makes a strong bond
from its pull and spell no mortal can abscond.
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If the rapport fails, your heart none can heal! A slight rumour makes your kin to draw swords.- - -Really it is true. These two lines reflect the whole poem. Groovy composition. A great poem. Thanks for sharing.