Moral Crime
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What you did with my heart
Only used it for a flirt
I thought
You will feel my feelings
Of sincere love
And will be with me
Even in the deserted time
But you proved to be
The friend of good time
Is this not a moral crime?
Modernity thought
Is like a draught
Lacking in loving rain
Full of dry sandy pain
You got a fertile plain
Of faithful domain
But you rooted out
The love seed
When it was about to sprout
The seeds of thorn
When they are born
Only give sorrowful disdain
Love is neither ancient
Nor it is modern
It is universal
Beyond time and space
It is the seedling
Of God’s heart
Which can become
A fruitful tree
If cared with true love
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