Tuesday, 11 August 2015

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.



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