“Beneath the clouds of Lust, were the raining temptations; Temptations to embrace their dreadful shadows, Holding the warmth of Love of Love”! No longer, the Sun shelters the Gods from heaven ; No longer does it hold the aroma of adoration. For Now, the ‘Love’ be owned by the demons of shades, and the mess of lust be more of turmoil. For weak, it holds the trauma in hearts, the waves of distress that breaks it into half! Gone past are the nights, when affection measured the stars in skies, When solicitude of springs nurtured the flowers in fields, When goodwill flourished in the souls, attaining tranquillity and peace. For Now, the faith in the faith of love, shall the weaker of the weak hold! Shall the strong and firm of minds rise up of the messy disquiet! Be the ‘Love’ for them overshadowed by the clouds of angst! Shall they show their strength by crushing the faith in faith! Shall they escape the romance, cheering the love of hate! Such dark of th...