Blinded are people in their selfish love for others
Such that wrong ways they accept in the name of love
Pushing to the brim, they are, their loved ones,
In their visionless lust and so called love.
Mar their futures they do as they raise wrong stems
Stead of nipping in the bud, they water it green
Then when revolting becomes the love, they wonder why,
Did I all for him in the name of love, what happened now
But fruits of their deeds are they reaping now
As dug their own graves, they have and also have for their love.
- Dr. Hira