Love is viewed as a vehicle of wear and tear;
Too much driven or drained,stops somewhere.
A slight hitch is seen as,more than a ditch,
And sworn in the name of love-lorn love,
Not to love anymore,anytime,in one's life.
Relations remain as steel,or at times,as its rust.
Friends who leave,stay saved in memory,
As a pageantry of precious prints of the past.
'Touch and go'types always touch and go;
But not with love,as love is a game set on rules.
To blame the used road,for a rickety vehicle,
Or a brand new vehicle,for a battered road,
Is the itch of an ill drive,to hit the honey bee hive.
It is a game rule violation,left to the referee's realm.
One can break one's fast,but not love that should last;
Wear and tear shall not apply to closer minds,well cast.
P. Chandrasekaran.
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