Love can change a life, Indeed better than a knife. Like a tranquil flow of the brook, Love can alter the frowning look. Every mortal being on earth, Right from the day of birth. Needs a tinge of love to smile, And walk with honor, the pending mile. The one's who lack these vibes of pink, Lose their minds and fails to think. They turn lethal souls on earth, Abusing humans, tampering mirth. Lethal souls with a crime in blood, Often lured in greedy flood Stabs a body without a blink, Those waves of agony, they don't think. They don't panic if someone's dead, They paint their skins with waves of red. They steal the shares of innocent men, And make them hopeless, run insane. Yet a tinge of pinkish vibe, Can still change the way of life. Love them, make them feel their price, They too will hold those tears in eyes. Love and care are what they need, To walk out from the world of greed. The filthy world with cruel lanes, Must be cleansed with drops of rains. Hate the crime but not the man, He's the ignorant part of the clan. He too holds a heart that's pure. Love can change him, love can cure.