Where is our romance?
I have looked for it everywhere,
In the usual places , even under the expectations stairs,
Perhaps it got shredded with last months' duty bills,
Or thrown out with those expired affection pills,
I checked the chore list and the appearances cabinet,
Could not find it under the accusation rug or behind the resentment sofa set,
Perhaps it just fluttered away,
To those happy couples by the bay,
Or just maybe ,it did decide,
To lay buried ,in our hearts, frozen by hurt and pride,
To wait for that day ,now,
When they thaw with the warmth of love,
Maybe it is waiting for the chance,
To shower in the rain of acceptance,
In that loving spring ,to bloom and dance
Is waiting, the remnants of our romance.
-Shubha
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