Colour of love is red, so as of shedding the blood. We must be wise while choosing. While one makes us feel great, another makes us bleed. While one gives us the whole sky and two wings to fly, another presents a dark prison with a chain. While one makes even our gloomy days bright, another makes us die every day.
We must be wise while choosing, while pursuing. Because love makes us the winner, we can win whole world with love. But hatred makes us the loser.
© Pushpita