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66 | STORIZEN MAGAZINE JULY 2019
Is That Love?
by Vidya Shankar
When the cruel cut of fate a yawning chasm
created,
Yet could not equal the loudness of the
scream
The pain in my heart rent,
His own sorrow he cast aside
So he could soothe my burning tears to calm,
His peace, so therapeutic in my healing,
That reassuring embrace, tight in its affection,
Is that what love is?Society's distorted gender bias
notwithstanding,
When he fed my hungry soul, comforted me to
sleep,
Pampered me spoilt,
‘Twas my mother long deceased
And like her, also had
A strict word for my incorrigibility,
That tender kiss on my forehead,
Is that what love is?Amidst the flurry of faults flung
And the rising of red rage,
An amused smile is all he gives in his ever-
unflustered style
And brushes aside,
As he has done a million times before
The tearful apology I whimper
That understanding imbued in his eyes,
Is that what love is?