Yet To Flourish...

Where have I lost myself, my sweet heart? Is it when you talked with me wise? You wanted to go to the register office, After I touched your heart, so, I may be there in your heart, When we walked on the beach, Leaving the one foot space between us, The land of our ancestors prevent us, To play the game of touch and kiss, In front of public, relatives and kids, We are the strangers, in our own home, Exchanging the words with no emotions attached, Thinking of the needs of families and children first, Where Have I lost myself in you in this hostile, Environment, to keep earthlings above our own self, When I saw a drop of tear emerged from your eyes, While I was hurt, I didn’t feel the pain of the physical wound, Even then at that moment no kind word had come out from your mouth, But the true message was exchanged between the hearts, Which none have understood, who witnessed all our wars and peace, In most households of our fertile land, yet to flourish..