A lover writes a name
with burning peice of wood.
The letter he writes on,
half crumbled ,
half filled with tear drops.
A lover is like a venomous snake,
if too venamous it stays cautious not to bite its own tail.
Yet tends to get addicted to the poisons drug of love.
The youthful age is to be blamed.
Some more than once.
Neither the drug hurts nor the cubids arrows.
But the end is same for all,
It becomes an addiction. an inseparable feeling.
The drug works well....