A sweet test, a sweet game
The bonding between the two,
The daylong stares
Silent words- they call it ‘woo’.
The tights smiles that squeeze out,
Yea, if noticed, doubts hang about.
The picture is thus engraved
Which returns at every free second;
After a friend you have waved,
Or when you wait for a meal,
Yes, they accompany, they appeal.
Here is the demon, Old Nick,
That lives in this heaven.
He turns natives sore and sick.
Poor them! Thrown out of the world,
Yea, the devil has had them hurled!
But till evil, love is pure;
‘Heavenly’ as in the paradise they call
Its work is to lure
The mortals and test them;
‘Love’, a sweet test, a sweet game.
--- Saurav Goyal
