Is love a scanty lust
A podgy, quenchable thirst
With water of wealthy purse
Or an affection that last?

Life being a miry path,
A mumbo-jumbo devise,
A murky way, of confusing ties,
Many things come in disguise.
And so are love and lust.
No one unveiled the mask
Up to now and learnt enough.
Hence to explain love,
Man a time sees dust.
What is love?
Is love a scanty lust
A podgy quenchable thirst,
With water, of wealthy purse?
Is it blessing is it accurse?
Can wealth replace and nurse?
The Pains of one in love?
What is love whets lust?
Which’s real which’s trash?
Of the two which is crush?

To tackle the queries above,
Anon you will have enough
Of answers you all deserve
In the film we are soon to cast
On these it will focus
Watch you and just observe!
Anon you will have enough.
Cheers.