14 years of love

Shying the moon,
Defying the riles,
Carved out of beauty,
She’s 9 year gold.
Reading literature,
And understanding life,
Defining actions,
She grew 11 years old.
Read some crypts,
And, decrypted many,
To know hidden truth.
Time passed blossoming,
And feminine feelings hardened,
Understanding the crypter,
She grew 14 years and bold.
Hurt by baby feels,
Entangled in crypts,
She didn’t even knew,
When the crypter became her lure.

Crypter was 30,
Stuck with society,
Fastened with own, rules,
Never loved “14 years” old.
To lure away her lure,
Bad words to actions,
Explanations to satisfaction,
Tried his best,
All, to increase the lure.
Caught in dilemma, asked her,
“If really did she love,
Not to see him anymore,
Or, his body,
Will be lying, dead on floor.”
With silent wet eyes,
Wearing the biggest smile,
She left, with word “DEAD”,
But she couldn’t,
Live without him anymore.

Yes! She left; her snap,
And a note,
“Love needs no reason,
If reasons, it’s not love anymore.
Bounded not by fences,
It’s pure as a WHORE.
It’s firm as noon,
And deep as the moon,
Holds no logic,
It defies all rules.
It leaves the seed,
To grow after all boon,
Without any mean and meanings,
Even one-sided love,
Molding ‘others’ every action,
In dreams & imaginations,
Into love,
And grows more and more;
Without seeing pain,
That comes very soon.”
Without finding right words,
To tell, her love,
In despair,
She died very soon.

Currencies and gold,
Responsible old man;
Gave all to his,
Life’s pleasing; half own,
Loved his wife,
Struggled with kids,
To brighten future whole.

The seed has grown,
And the crypter,
Has grown 70 years old.
Respecting, “14 years” love,
He sat crying,
Happy of his decision,
Bound by world;
Waiting for new world,
Were fences didn’t exist,
And, people didn’t THINK,
He closed his eyes,
In front of “14 years” snap,
Took his last breath,
And said,“Love never dies, but ends.”