A piece of Advice to the youths

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Perhaps i am harsh upon you,
Perhaps i am soft.
But listen to me again for now.
Hear me and evaluate yourself,
For i may speak wrong on you.
To those that close devotees of Lord,
I might cleanse your filth of falsehood.
To those who despise him
And sleep on the lap of evil,
I might provoke you.
No sweetness,no butter-nothing yummy,
yet i hold the truth.
The truth you must spit upon
Or the truth you must lower you head for.
In those 19th and 20th centuries,
They say,truth sang from every lip
And hearts nurtured the reason:
Love begged the alms door to door,
Love and truth and bliss,
care and conviction and hopes
cling in every inhaled air.
In the market,
In the thickets,
in the house,
in the hut,
in the lips
and in the heart,
Truth and love gleamed.
Those once-seen faces,
Those parent-decided decisions
saw its real end.
There was an obvious begin
and the obvious end.
Marriage,they say,is the knot
that ties two souls forever.
How pure and sacred it used to be-
Those swears and oaths taken
when the vermilion marked the partition of a bride
remained divine and eternal.
Didn't the wind shake the strength of those oaths?
Didn't devil hatch conspiracy to undo the knot?
They lived till the end.
They embraced Lord
And end to them was when
The cruel death baited the hook.
Did you you compare yourself?
Did you see those devotees?
God is where truth exists.
Thus,if you want to see god,
Mimic those mortals
that not now will remain a mere history.