Secret Love
In ‘50s India, an era of forbidden pre-marital love,
Where such love would give scorn to family’s name space,
Some teens would stare, and smile at each other with love,
In the crowded venues of festivals and fairs to ignite their love.
In hushed whispers and stolen glances,
Lovers entwined in secret romances,
Each word inscribed on paper's white,
A hidden script, concealed from sight.
Messages of love, with trembling hand,
Passed in shadows, where secrets withstand,
Hidden in folds, away from prying eyes,
A fragile connection, a tender guise.
Oh, the risks they took, those hearts aflame,
For love, forbidden, carries a heavy blame.
The penalty loomed, like a sword's sharp edge,
Yet love's fire burned, refusing to be dredge.
In lovers' hearts, a silent flame would grow,
Through adversity's path, they would bestow,
Sometimes tragic, a tale of woe,
Yet rarely, a blissful glow.
For amidst the darkness, a few found light,
A love story blessed, with stars aligned right.
But many a heartbreak, tears concealed,
Dreams shattered; love's wounds revealed.
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