An Elegy of Two Love Birds

An Elegy of Two Love birds Love and Compassion are not the same, sometimes love becomes compassion and. Compassion, love. On the Himalayas of relation, the other name of mercy-Love, standing on the foothills, ‘Have mercy on me !” They sang the eternal song blending it with gestures of flowers accompanied by soft winds and, found a heaven in their lofty hearts. The flowers they planted, the fruit bearing; the trees they nourished the flowers of their hearts the kind of seasons replated the glory of flowers, fruits; the melody of their lives. The ultimate destiny of melody the spring of their hearts peace many a moonlight smiled many a spring flower bloomed many a dark clouds frightened their hearts many a night darkened their lives. Love does not add to one’s self confidence It renders one indecisive uncertain and helpless. The helpless timid hearts caught by fire the endless flames the flame of their innocent lives; they screamed, tears rolled down their cheeks the separation pearls- being ambered with remorse. On the land of sorrows beside the ocean of tears, they are now trudging round the valley of death. Is it ! the end of two loved hearts ?