'We’re grown-up enough for love! Sweet dove!  
   Look not down, there, or, far above!!

I’m right in-front of you: behold!
Look, we are at the same threshold!!
- That, yonder twisty way, is long:
To which, this sub-way leads, a throng!
 
     - We may join it, now, all-along!
     See, all are ready, for a song:
     That shall be signaled by that gong!
     We all, to swelling crowds belong!

At strike of hammer, we shall move!
Are worth of it, we'll have to prove!!

- That grove, of blossoming trees, ahead:
Shall bring good omen, to our tread!      
   But, we must move promptly, firmly:
   In quest of life; in quest of glee!
   You’d said you won’t consent? Alright!
   But, I shall wait for the moment right!!
I’m sure, some day, things shall be changed!
And matters shall get, all arranged!!      
Why, one should rob: one’s own sweet bun?
Why, should not one get a full life’s fun?

   Just hear, what says, this pre-spring wind?
   Let’s enjoy life, till it all gets thinned!   
   Look up! And, let’s look in our eyes!!
   - I think, they’ve in them, all our prize!!

We have, hardly some time! Get wise!
Or, every-thing will end, in ‘byes’?

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                                   - G.R.Prakash