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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Dutta Avatar
July 12, 2023 at 10:08 AM
Yes. Love and pain run simultaneous. Yet to experience love is always a Blessing. Have Good Days
Volumes Avatar
July 10, 2023 at 10:00 PM
Love possesses much power. it can overcome many obstacles and withstand many opposing forces. Your poem is well written jay and has a splash of melancholy as well as a strength in that love conquers all. An interesting poem thank you.
Lane Avatar
July 10, 2023 at 4:57 PM
Well written, Jay. A secret love can be as sorrowful as it is exciting.
Pandit Avatar
July 10, 2023 at 2:05 PM
You described wonderfully the thrills of secret love, Jay. Especially the forbidden kind.
Allison Avatar
July 10, 2023 at 11:13 AM
What a touching piece Jay reminds me of a friend who had an Indian girlfriend and they had to keep their liaisons a secret as he was not of her colour and her parents would disown her if they found out. i often wonder what happened to them, it was many many years ago. hugs jan xx
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