Forbidden, not forgotten

Under a roof we were,

            growing to know each other;

I was right in her yard

            that she nodded in concord;

Both were drawn in closely

            and in perfect consonance.

We grew a little thicker

            and felt for each other;

There came a Lakshmana Rekha

That she drew between us

From her guilt complex,

to keep herself  away from

 The test of fidelity,

            I, not crossing her threshold,

And she, not abandoning the threshold,

            yet, both reverberating.

Forbidden and hence still in born

            is our love, but still with breath.

22.01.99, Pollachi.