Spineless are they,
Responsibilities,
Who can’t shoulder.
Spineless are also those,
Loyalties,
Who can’t nurture.
But loyalty to whom?
Obligations? Or desires?
Go ahead, seek an answer.
In between the lines, maybe,
Where life transpires,
You might want to think it over.
But what remains solemnly true,
Over eons, through each passing year;
Is that life would have been,
So much easier,
Had we been in love,
And in life, in general,
What we are in temples-
Honest! It’s that simple.
