Silly Lovers

I am caught beautiful in your eyes, Before time decide, whether I am your mother or bride, You both are not ready to give me up And I myself cannot choose one of you Such kind of a doctored democracy here is practiced And schizophrenically both of you attach to it, But one thing your never understand If I am your mother who to you are my children They are your sons and daughters if I am your bride If you want me to leave least love for you in my heart Stop torture, show honor and respect to my wish More pain you inflict upon as medicine for my disease Let alone recovering day by day I become sick The day is not far, if this going on You will burn your hand and I am dead.