they call it so

Somtyms it bound with roses
In a second it tears with thorns
U walk in heaven for a while
And theres hell comin along
N afterall its life they call

The sweetness of smiles
Walkin with somone for miles
The bitterness of pain strikes
The tears in the cheeks roll
N afterall its love they call

U wont let him higher
He is enemy u cant take him lighter
The carpets of thorns for him to walk
U jus want him to fall
Afterall its jealosy they call

Its the game of thrones indeed
U wont let onyone to make a lead
Chairs of success ,thats all u want
The butter u put ,water in the sand
Afterall its compitition they call

U wud kill him if u could
Poison in the action words are so rude
U cant jus see him laugh
Even hearing his voice is pretty hard
Afterall it hatred they call

U jus want to reach the highest
Family,love and relatives,just the crowd in fests
U wont mind leaving fun and happiness
The power and the superiority ,everything u want in blesses
Afterall its success they call


Love is vanishing ,care nowhere exist
Brotherhood,Just a word for good taste
Hatred roaming everywhere,respect
on a holiday to rest
money in hand n a car deserves the best
Afterall its the modern world they call

Reviews

[Solar]

A stark game indeed and a wolfish one at that! This poem deserves its throne.

[Inject Positivity]

Lovely concept.....Not only lovely it is a very unique concept....Very specific and the way you have conveyed your message is comendable.....Loved the way you have used simplicity....Clappings!!!!!....Full rating.....