A path least traveled,
Madness seems it,
Hopeless like every hopeless thing.
For your life spouse praying,
Even known not your intentions for her,
For thy union thanking thy creator,
A union in the mind of one,
Readiness to the other now a phantom.
Illusion seems everything in the realms of faith,
Where tangible emerges from intangible,
Only when the hard path traveled,
The Cat wins the Tiger in a battle then.
Fruits are eaten before the seeds germinate,
Paths traveled on when yet to be constructed,
The unborn named,
Neglecting the sex,
And miscarriages are thoughtless.
The best counsellors ever known are yourselves,
And solving every problem,
Crossing every dungeon pit,
Possible in love arena of the youth,
Only when falling in love webs.
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