They say lovers and lunatics are the same They again tell a lie. I am jealous of the freedom The lunatics enjoy. Call me a lunatic not a lover. Make me free of the society. I want to scream at the crossroads. I want to tear the veil of hypocrisy. I want to expose the corrupt. I want to make happy the youth. I want to make this world beautiful. But you will not allow me, Because I am a lover Not a lunatic.
