One can go on investing in love,
go on and on.
The other person never realises
the pain, the suffering,
the adjustments and accommodation,
the self-denial,
so that love, the bliss of life, blooms.
Huh! The other person thought,
it was birthright!
So, then, love turns into hatred.
It is too late then.
A broken glass, even if joined,
is blemished.
