Love is not an easy word to say
It is a sense every one feels in his way ....
Now adays it turns in to a play
a play , acted and performed every day
Our lord , our master ,what would we say
If tears felt , hard rocks we would melt.
If sorrow could cry ,happiness would die
But both of them , still existing there
And our earth world they will always share
But how ???.......how can we cure
people's pretense and to endure
Their affectation and vainity
And not to give up
pride to dignity
It is a sense every one feels in his way ....
Now adays it turns in to a play
a play , acted and performed every day
Our lord , our master ,what would we say
If tears felt , hard rocks we would melt.
If sorrow could cry ,happiness would die
But both of them , still existing there
And our earth world they will always share
But how ???.......how can we cure
people's pretense and to endure
Their affectation and vainity
And not to give up
pride to dignity
