Kiss

Kiss

A kiss is a peculiar preposition: of no use to one, yet bliss for two.

The small ones get it for nothing, the young man has to ask for it and the old man has to buy it.

The baby’s right, the lovers’ privilege and the hypocrites mask.

To a young girl – it is faith, to a married woman – hope and to an old maid – a charity.

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About Shiv Rana

A veteran of the Indian Army.
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