All is Fair

Rubbish is passion,
Because love is in fashion.
Being true at heart,
Is now an extinct Art.
'I Love you' were three words divine
But, that was once upon a time.
Today in the age of jet planes
True love is a hobby of Insanes.
Without marriage incomplete is life,
But finishes once love becomes wife.
People somehow do not realise,
that falling in love is actually not wise.
Hearts all bruised, no ATM's to use,
Everyday you will find one new excuse.
Worries in life thereafter don't end.
Tears in eyes and no money to spend.
You beg, you borrow and even steal,
'All is fair' that is what you feel.

~ Aanchal ~

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