Punishment Of True Love Poem by V P Mahur

Among the ruins
Stretched around
For some distance
Showed that this was once
A prosperous place
Where so many wealthy prance
And in the middle
There was a statue
Full off cracks
And stains of blood
But her eyes were still opened
Showing great pain of wait
For ages it has been waiting
For her lady to come
How graceful and happy
Their lives were
For, they were fallen
In a true affair
For them,
The life was filled with joys
But her family was jealous
Of their love prosperous
One night when
He was waiting for her,
They cut him into pieces
And erected a blood stained statue
In the middle of that busy town
So that all true lovers
Could learn a lesson
That love was not in fashion
Alas! She could not bear
The separation
And killed herself
In the feet of her man
Soon the curse of gods
Rained upon the entire vicinity
And they were punished
For their brutality
Thus the curse of sorrowful
Truly loving hearts
Destroyed the place
Turning them into the ruins
This exactly always happens
For, true love is God’s grace
And whenever a race
Denies its worth
God Himself punishes them