Forbidden Poem by Swarnali Das

How could it be wrong
When it felt so right?
The love we felt,
The bliss and glory of it,
The warmth that engulfed us,
The joy we knew,
When our forms coalesced into one
During that moment
Which felt more than eternity.
Dear Brother,
Tell me
Was I wrong
In loving you
Different from how they said I should?
Was it wrong
Just because you share a quarter of my genes?
Dear Brother,
Tell me
Isn't love one's own?
And its definition unique for each?
Then why are we afraid?
Then why is our love wrong
And their's right?
Tell me who decides
What's wrong and what's right?