Love's Funeral

Love was born.

She wanted to grow

And bloom with life,

And bloom lives

But,

She was smothered by

A ‘motherly’ massage.

Not a word was said,

Not a tear shed.

But,

 love can’t vanish.

She will lie buried

In a remote corner

of the heart.

No one's scared

of the consequences.

The only fear,

If at all, is that

Her mother may not

Conceive again.