The Queen of All Ironies...

Sway; Sway the draped affection...
In your tender hands sleeps the love...
Flight, flight in the firmament of freedom,
Isn't the blindness consuming the dove!!

Dance, dance the teary veiled emotions,
to your will alone the passions and desires fecund...
That which is born shall bear the death too...
Pain alone fleets forlorn in the last, passing second...

Ah Choice, the queen of all the ironies,
in your lap breeds the fate of all humans and worlds...
Can't you be callous one day for the sake of peace!
Can't you shun and be mute to vagaries of hearts!