You killed my love, before it could germinate,
But, even after death, it did not terminate.
My true feelings, you nipped in the bud,
And made my love, seem a dud.
You raised my hopes, and then doused it in fire,
You put me in cradle, and then lit my pyre.
For a new life, you opened the door,
Before I could enter, my heart, you tore.
My life, I thought, would be glad,
You left me, in your love, running mad!
Before seeing you, life was a bore,
But, after meeting you, life became a sore.
You wanted to make my love, void,
But, forever, in my heart, it’ll remain buoyed.
© 2003. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.