When love matures, escaping routes to failure
And promises the ever-lasting peace,
When everything settles down, as in favour
Of the complete and perfect home bliss,
How often it is cut by tragic crashes,
By sudden deaths and senseless accidents,
How often our love ends up in ashes
By means of uncontrollable events.
I know this too well to feel rejoiced,
While living as a lov'd and loving wife,
It's scary how random are the choices,
How very short and how fragile is life.
With thoughts of this, at every happy moment,
I'm frightened of losing my beloved.
10.05.2017
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