People do many pleasing things in the garb of love They keep on fooling themselves in the name of trust In hearts of hearts they know, it's an arrangement Still carry the corpse of their lies and enstrangement Keep impressing the world for their compromised choices Just to be in the bubble of world belong to lovers and roses How badly they disguise as soulmates to be part of the love city Alas ! So fake, the title of "Love Birds" don't they wear proudly ?
Depressing and all too real, but beautifully penned nevertheless.
Thank you. Real is at times painful.