Their love is not of mountain highest
But drops of blood human holds
Like a burning candle melts inside
For they love ‘we’ more than ‘I’
When smoke-full skies choke voices
And the city stands with no noises
They walk together on the broken paths
And ignores the deadness by watching the stars
Talking about the past, present scars.
They dream of a future that is yet to come
Leaving behind all their tantrums
And flies like a white dove with no fright,
For they love ‘we’ more than ‘I’
They have differences, though less in count
But have ways that solution found

     Nobody can foretell how the future would be
     But they want nothing more than ‘we’.