The Mirage Comments

A magnificent poem.... admirations!

Love is dead It was martyred In the struggle for existence Perished in the process of growing up...painful realizations of relationships on the modern days. thank u dear poetess. tony

Tragically going to be true. We all have lost the beautiful form of love we used to feel in our childhood days and adolescence. Afterwards it has started becoming rare and rarer. No more unconditional love, after our parents are once gone, till we ourselves become parents. Thanks for the beautiful poem dear poetess friend. Regards Subhas