Beyond name

A wild passion, that couldn’t be tamed,

A relation, that couldn’t be named,

A stout man, and a lonely dame,

Fate and fancy, played a game,

Stranger to each other,

But brought together,

Both under harrow,

Facing rough weather,

Having painful past,

Full of contrast,

Both had marriages,

That couldn’t last,

Both crestfallen,

Lonely and sad,

Both behaving,

As they were mad,

They may share,

Their sadness,

Together they can,

Overcome of their madness,

They wanted to talk each other,

But hesitated,

Alas! They were scared of,

What was fated,

The wheel of time,

Ever moves on,

Why to waste time,

For that has gone,

They have to talk,

Before it is late,

To know each other,

To have a date,

Fate and fancy,

Dance and play,

When night falls,

Wait for a bright day,

We have to live,

Till our hearts beat,

It hardly matter,

As to how the world treat,

Dust would gather,

On our cloaks,

We can it brush up,

To keep us neat,

 Move on, move on,

Don’t take a rest,

Zooming harvest,

Be destroyed of pest,

What is to be removed, get rid of it,

Don’t hesitate to do, what is fit,

Don’t carry on,

Heavy load of past,

It severely pinches,

Throw away it fast,

Live in that relation,

Don’t bother of its name,

May it be one,

Beyond a name.