Fresher than dew when it arises,
Lies a single, short word confusing in everyday,
Often refers as blind,
But its our heart it blinds.
Enters with a sweet desire,
And leaves in the name of a betrayer.
No one can live without it,
One can sacrifice himself for it.
It is said, 'it is not to be possessed',
It is something in which one can be forever immersed,
Have forever guarded its reputation,
From our own creation and devastation,
It is not a matter of mind,
This may be why it is viewed as blind.