A state of mind would ne’er change,
Dowry, no dowry; w/ or w/ no pretense;
Like Proselytism ne’er alter your traits,
You like her; not your Society’s face!
You may walk alongside or in time abate,
Thinking may find myriad in the race;
But, in race you merely see your end,
And not what if felt someone else’s scent!
She maybe a rose, she maybe a cactus,
That shalt give peace even in barren desert;
So don’t separate her body from state of Mind,
If fell for love, then know that you were ne’er blind!J
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026